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Shelley by Steve Cope Your Name an Acrostic 10-29-2010 See the sun so big and bright. Hear the wind whistling between the leaves. Enriching and invigorating is the nature He created. Listen! Can you hear it? Silence, as if one is prostrate lying. Leaping, yet not moving, praying within her heart for His presence. Earnestly seeking to find the one and only Creator Father God in this place. Yearning to do His will and in obedience stepping out of the comfort zone to serve. Shelley Hears Every Line. Lives Ever Yearning. The tree spreads it's mighty branches ever further and further out, supported, as it seems, by such a small base. Yet that base is grounded in the life giving nourishment of the provider. Watered, pampered, if you will, by His love, and cradled in the soft earth He so artfully formed. From this base the tree stretches out, confident in knowing that through every tempest, every snow storm, He is there cradling the mighty tree in His loving arms. Shelley in the Old English is a locative "From the Meadow on the Slope"/"Walks With God" Your Scripture is found in the Gospel of John. "I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing." (15:5)
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