Author Archives: nancy marie davis
ART
so many things
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It was in the child faith where freedom came. I don’t tend to try and prove my belief to others. But, I have found less reason to be afraid of speaking about it, to non believers, and i like more to be able to have a place with others in which it is accepted to speak of it. An acceptance and some understanding. Mainly, i just believe, and try to pay attention. I am still like everyone else, in that i am live on the earth where there is darkness. The closer one is to this darkness, the harder it is to see it, but, it is there none the less.
SUNDAY
I’m not going to a church service today. I know that much.
It’s true. I don’t want to join a denominational religion. And
if i don’t join, and join-in, and become part of the program, i
am an outsider. I realize that, and i understand it. It is tiring
to be the continual visitor in a denominational group of believers.
Continually facing the truth of not being a part of the group in
which i think i should naturally feel a part of. I know, it’s
seems an unreal expectation. Usually i can take part and let
go of this expectation, and then some days i am just too
tired to do it.
When it comes to denominations, it is much easier to be either
in or out. I just can’t do all that it takes to be called by their name.
It’s not that i don’t accept the people the way that they are,
it is more like i can’t accept “being” all that it takes to be called
by their name. Not the name christian, but the denominational
name. Though i must say that the name christian has many
meanings beyond simply being a follower of Christ.
These are morning thoughts, but, they are my sunday morning
thoughts. Not the same as other days, just as my thoughts
around christmas are not the same as other days.
These thoughts are about how i am different.
Different than non-believers,
and different than denominational believers.
Different than book-writing believers.
Different than right-wing believers.
Different than all the “groups” of believers.
I feel as if i’m a believer without a home.
Which makes sense, actually.
For that is what i am.
I am a believer,
and this place is not a believer’s home.
The only true believer’s home, is in Jesus.
Me in Jesus and Jesus in me.
I NOTICED THAT…
ALWAYS
turning
DECEMBER
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IN THE LORD
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keep on praying for all the saints
WORDS
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SUNDAY
HAZE
GIVE
STOP
TIME FLIES
OPEN
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