|The lovely haven where Mezzo took me to a birthday lunch early in the month|
|A glimpse of the interior of a cathedral where the daughter of friends was married this month: the only true refuge, in Jesus who died for my sins and rose again for my justification|
|At Amore's belated holiday office party|
|Our Texas skies breathe peace into me so often.|
|A new charm for my bracelet: a memorial stone to remind me of a friend's prayer for "hope anchored in truth"|
|A notebook gift holds my "refuge" sightings in Scripture, song, and other readings|
|"What? It's cold and I want to go back to bed. You gotta problem with that?"|
|Another "refuge" song|
My Jesus, my Savior,
Lord, there is none like You;
All of my days, I want to praise
The wonders of Your mighty love.
My comfort, my shelter,
Tower of refuge and strength,
Let every breath, all that I am,
Never cease to worship You.
|Gift from my Nonni, a reminder of Hebrews 6:18-20|
"...by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie
, we who have taken refuge
would have strong encouragement to take hold of the hope set before us. This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil, where Jesus has entered as a forerunner for us
, having become a high priest forever according to the order of Melchizedek" (Hebrews 6:18-20, NASB).
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