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  • Saved

    I saw the Lord Christ Jesus towering above me like a giant eucalyptus tree . . . https://lightofxenia.com/2022/12/13/saved/

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  • I Seek Your Lucid Colors

    an inspirational micro-poem

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  • One Thing is Needed

    A thought leaped to my mind: “You are worried and troubled about many things, but one thing is needed.” 

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  • Say No to Fear

    What would I do If I had no fear?

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  • A Song of Cockatiel

    I had a dream a few years ago: our cockatiel was enjoying the sunlight in front of the window, singing his sweet tune, and I worried that maybe it was dangerous for him to be always in the sun, so I moved bird’s cage into the dark corner of the room; after a while, he…

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  • Hues of Pink on the Smile of Hope

    I see the light magenta lipgloss on the smile of hope. All the hues of pink look lovely on the triplets— hope, love and faith. All the hues of pink radiate between violet and red in the spiritual facet of the rainbow— the crown of priesthood on the head of Christ illuminates glad tidings likeContinue…

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  • Peace with God

    Today, I praise the Lord. I know, He was just waiting like a gentlemen for me to look at Him, to seek and trust HIS hand, not the teachings of the world, not the guidance of the crowds. Check out the poem here: lightofxenia.wordpress.com/2023/05/14/peace-with-god/ Thank you.

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  • A New Beginning

    . . . watch Him gathering delicate blooms to create you a crown. Check out my poem here: lightofxenia.wordpress.com/2023/05/13/a-new-beginning/ Blessings!

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  • Christ Is our Day of Rest

    Christ is our Day of Rest To walk with Him is to walk in freedom from the lures of the worldly systems stop toiling here and there work for Him exclusively. He’ll feed you and cloth you like a royalty. Thanks for reading 💛

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  • I’m Looking at the Ashes

    I’m looking at the ashes of my rebellious youth, the smoke of cigarettes with a label ‘condemned’ is still lingering in the air, but it cannot gaslight the brand new me, cause on my tiptoes I’ve lifted up my head and shoulders above the sooty ether— I’ve drawn closer to God Whose holy loving fireContinue…

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