Not exact matches
The God we encounter there
is the God in whom we
live and move and have our
being, the God who rejoices over His children with signing, the God who spreads Her
wings over Her children like an eagle over her chicks, the God who
loved the world enough to experience all
of its pain alongside
of us, the God who — as Nadia Bolz - Weber puts it — «would rather die than
be in the sin accounting business anymore,» the God who
loves to watch us play.
At that instant
of time when I gave all up to him to do with me as he pleased, and
was willing that God should rule over me at his pleasure, redeeming
love broke into my soul with repeated scriptures, with such power that my whole soul seemed to
be melted down with
love; the burden
of guilt and condemnation
was gone, darkness
was expelled, my heart humbled and filled with gratitude, and my whole soul, that
was a few minutes ago groaning under mountains
of death, and crying to an unknown God for help,
was now filled with immortal
love, soaring on the
wings of faith, freed from the chains
of death and darkness, and crying out, My Lord and my God; thou art my rock and my fortress, my shield and my high tower, my
life, my joy, my present and my everlasting portion.
Adams's
life story encapsulates the history
of the founding era, for she defined herself in relation to the people she
loved or hated (she
was never neutral): her mother, whom she considered terribly overprotective; Benjamin Franklin, who schemed to clip her husband's
wings; her sisters, whose dependence upon Abigail's charity strained the family bond; James Lovell, her husband's bawdy congressional colleague, who peppered her with innuendo about John's «rigid patriotism»; her financially naïve husband (Abigail earned money in ways the president considered unsavory, took risks that he wished to avoid — and made him a rich man); Phoebe Abdee, her father's former slave, who
lived free in an Adams property but defied Abigail's prohibition against sheltering others even more desperate than herself; and her son John Quincy, who worried her with his tendency to «study out
of spight» but who fueled her pride by following his father into public service, rising to the presidency after her death.
But the great
love of her
life is Innes Kent, the man she follows to London, who takes her under his
wing and gives her her first job as a journalist.
For everything in this journey
of life we
are on, there
is a right
wing and a left
wing: for the
wing of love there
is anger; for the
wing of destiny there
is fear; for the
wing of pain there
is healing; for the
wing of hurt there
is forgiveness; for the
wing of pride there
is humility; for the
wing of giving there
is taking; for the
wing of tears there
is joy; for the
wing of rejection there
is acceptance; for the
wing of judgment there
is grace; for the
wing of honor there
is shame; for the
wing of letting go there
is the
wing of keeping.
*** Once upon a time there
lived a vampire with
wings and the genie who
loved her... Born
of the seven magics, Jasmine
is different in every way, including the obnoxious
wings on her back courtesy
of the original Vampires.
«I've just
been an animal lover my whole
life, I
'm a dog lover and I would probably do dog rescue except for the fact that I would fall in
love and keep every one
of them, said Karla Edmonds,
WING IT volunteer.
WING - IT members, who come from all ages and all walks
of life, devote their time to this task because
of their
love of animals, but the care required can
be expensive.