As the deer longs for streams of water so I long for you,
O God.— Psalm 42:1
Another early morning
before the sun wakes,
and I tread the familiar
steps down the dim
hallway to make
our morning coffee
with this ache
to create, to express
something that seems
inexpressible, and I am hungry
and sated all at once —as full
as I become, I still ache,
craving more.
—C.L. Fisher, June 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 
Then He pressed the thorn into her heart. It was true just as He had said, it did cause a piercing pain but it slipped in quickly and then suddenly a sweetness she had never felt or imagined before tingled through her. It was bittersweet but the sweetness was stronger. She thought of the Shepherd’s words- “It is so happy to love”.
Excerpt from Hind’s Feet on High Places
Hannah Hurnard
“Such beautiful ache planted by Him in your heart
Comes from a thorn that He is growing
Into a flower of love that yearns to bloom
Such a beauty to behold, such a blessing to bestow”
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