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A little word with so much meaning, What does it call forth? Pining A place beckoning on, Where I can find rest, On the hearth where I sit down. But there is something specific, Missing from other places, That in this place I find, Peace. With empty space to roam, That I can come back belonging, Refreshed renewed recharged For the journey. No place can quite compare, Or bring happiness…
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/RSS FeedHello and Welcome to Two Hearts True Healing! I am your host Jacinta Wick. Season One has ended and we have passed through the summer pleasantly with a great and renewing break. Now we are getting ready to kick off Season Two with the school year beginning. We are happy to let you know that some really great things will be happening during Season Two. My team and I are…
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/RSS FeedHaving Technical issues sorry! This is without edits but I wanted to get it out to you! Read: Sirach 1:1-10 There is One who is wise, the Creator of all, the King greatly to be feared sitting upon his throne, and ruling as God. How consoling this is! It means there is Someone over all who knows all things. He apportions out his wisdom and gives his gifts to each…
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A poem by Jacinta Wick Sweetest of whispersRushes of airThrough hell and high waterThrough breezes and gently falling rain,A voice is callingTranscending all time. Surrender of willsBeckoning whispersCalling my name.Inviting my weaknessMy blushing in shameTo be directedBeyond my strengthBeyond my directionBeyond my initiativeTo someone else’s power. Waiting I’ll standStrengthened and bolsteredThrough raging torrent orCalmLight piercing darknessHand guiding stillIn peaceful whispersGod’s mighty will.




