Over the summer I had the privilege of going to various churches and identifying how my faith was. Learning the doctrines and customs. How they identify baptism and communion, how their prayer life is and how passionate they love God our father, how they willingly serve and present the love Jesus displayed for us, and how the holy spirit fueled us to understand compassion.

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I wrote this poem in June. My eyes were in awestruck wonder as to how God slowly molds us even in our times of doubt and fear. How God preserves our doubt and turns it into fulfilling joy.

I’m still understanding where my home is, and then I read this verse…

In my Father’s house are many rooms.
If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again and will take you to myself,
that where I am you may be also.  |John 14:2-3|

[Written on: 6.26.2015]
I take great delight to see the kind of love the Father has lavished upon us.
Where he continually proclaims, “you are my sons and daughters.”
How merciful is He who richly blessed us with sincere goodness and contentment.
How true He is who bestows an abundance of knowledge to disciple others for the capacity of His warmth and who graciously heals our deepest wounds.
He alone utters, my darling, as we dance in such grace to the echoes of His endearment.
How resounding for His voice to whisper through the walls of security.
His love is captivating, and ever present whisper of peace.
For I take great delight to dwell under the One who has calls me Beloved.
I adore the murmurs of His grace.
When there are soft tugs of His sincerity.

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