Comments Posted By Praizchick
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Paddles to the heart. What to do? Will it start? Come to life, oh, lifeless one. Come to life, to the One who forever holds life in His hands. Don’t be afraid to breathe again. Come to life, oh, lifeless one. Come.
» Posted By Praizchick On 04.26.2017 @ 7:19 am
Thick and gooey, it slides down the stack of deliciousness. One bite at a time, down the hatch, here it comes. I love how the spirit is so much like this. He saturates, He’s sweet, He coats. The bread of life (the word) is not the same without Spirit, much like a pancake isn’t a pancake without syrup.
» Posted By Praizchick On 05.03.2016 @ 7:48 pm
A place where enchantment occurs, no thoughts of working for things because things just are. We just are. A magical forest filled with the wonder of childhood, imagination, creativities, and lightening bugs. That’s all I’ve got.
» Posted By Praizchick On 04.30.2016 @ 7:39 am
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Increase. I see grain. Lots and lots of grain. I see reapers joyfully reaping. I see blue skies kissing the prettiest wheat-colored fields. And there is singing. The abundant sound of singing and joyful waving of wheat bundles. A harvest of joy.
» Posted By Praizchick On 04.28.2016 @ 8:25 pm