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Tag: Peace

  • Heavenly Father, We ask you to fill our hearts with peace in this time of turmoil.When things are beyond our control,show us what we can do to make a difference in your Church with what we can control in our circle of influence. Most of all we ask for trust as we know that no

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  • Season Two Belonging, A Father’s Authority; Episode Seven, Presence
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    Two Hearts True Healing
    Season Two Belonging, A Father’s Authority; Episode Seven, Presence
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    Hello and welcome to Two Hearts True Healing! I am your host Jacinta Wick! This is Season Two Belonging, A Father’s Authority Episode seven; Presence. What comes to mind with that word? A sense of being there in the moment or a deep premonition or intuition of something. Have you ever entered a place where

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  • Interview with life coach Michelle Oie

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  • Season Two; Belonging, A Father’s Authority, Episode 5 I Saw You
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    Two Hearts True Healing
    Season Two; Belonging, A Father’s Authority, Episode 5 I Saw You
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    Hello and welcome to Two Hearts True Healing! I am your host Jacinta Wick. This is season two Belonging; A Father’s Authority. Episode five; I saw you. Experts say that for a child to thrive they need 10 minutes of undivided attention. As a busy mom and homemaker, this completely took the pressure off me

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  • I Saw You

    A poem by Jacinta Wick I saw you, Thou are not invisible, With all thy presence here, My hand holds you. Unrest, turmoil, Strife of tongue, But I am still loyal, With much to do, That is already done. Every act is to save, To set thy life in order, Despite the chaos, I see

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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

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  • Abandonment

    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

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