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Prayer is the framework that God uses to work His puzzle of purpose through our lives. I have fond memories of my Grandmother. I loved staying  weekends at her home when I was growing up. I would be dropped off at her place on Friday evenings for the weekend. Saturday mornings were always the best. […]

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I went on Twitter and looked up the hashtag #blessed to see what people were thankful about. Here are some of the ways God’s been blessing people: He won someone a rugby game. He enabled some lady to get her picture taken with a celebrity. He helped someone get a dresser that was accidentally marked […]

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This morning, the President, the First Lady, and the Vice President attended the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington, D.C. The annual event brings together legislators, officials, and clergy from all faiths and political ideologies. During his remarks, the President focused on the importance of freedom of religion – not only in America, but also around the […]

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Today, the breeze became a little warmer,
the winds shifting – no longer bringing the icy air
from the barren landscapes above,
but a warmer air, full of life,
from the tropics below.

This is what hope feels like:

The moment you finally step out of the pain,
and into the realization that things really will be okay,
life really will go on,
and there is a still a place for you in it.

This is a beautiful realization –
a moment so important that it must never be lost.

Keep it.

Hold on to it.

Protect it within the walls of your heart; because,
one day, those winds will shift back
from the North again,
and you’ll need something to hold on to.

This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2014.
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Tumbling.
That’s the feeling.
Like life is flinging you down the hill 
faster, and more violently,
the longer it goes.
Sick to your stomach in nauseated dizziness,
you half-heartedly pray for it to end.
At least until you realize what that means;
until you realize that the chaos of this hill 
is all you have to hold on to.
In these alternating patches of grass and bare dirt,
lies the only legacy you will ever leave.
So tumble on.
Let the sickness hit your stomach
with all the force it can gather.
And trust that,
in all the craziness this hill brings,
you are leaving a mark
somewhere.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published February 2014.
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It’s surprising how often Christians in the West talk about their rights being denied. In fact, some media outlets stir up viewership by perpetuating this mythology. “You can’t take my First Amendment rights!” Freedom of speech is one of America’s greatest attributes. I’m surprised, however, how few really understand it or how it works. Freedom […]