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Stepping Out From the Shadows

Amy Bridges (Grade 11)

A Lenten Meditation

I need to make a clearing in my Dasein in order to develop my personal relationship with God.

This school year has been rough and I need some new growth to get me out of the rut I’m in. I’m in the process of clearing an area for God to be at the center. Living waters. The tree of Life in the midst of the garden.

With prayer and reading scripture, I am healing wounds, and allowing God to come closer by clearing the clutter and sin from my life and my heart. 

Sin, like the tall trees in the forest, has kept me from feeling God’s light. I am getting cold in the shadows, and God is calling me to make the clearing that I’ve needed for so long.

Related reading: Looking Past the Haze by Nelson Lane; Making a Place For Love by Rich Childress; Beyond One's Self by Zach Esenbock; Pride Halts Progress by Andrew Calvert; Ed Pacht on Poetry as a Calling Beyond the Mundane



Profa Habersack said…
beautiful and thoughtful

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