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| A classic devotional - today's entry inspired the poem: www.utmost.org |
nights in satin (white) or Susan Moody,
my best friend from long ago, might
be the kind of moody I would choose.
Moody Bible Institute, a training ground
that's well-renowned for pious youth, forsooth,
would be preferred to moodiness
that hurts and jabs with words, and stabs
the heart. The start of this new week
began with eloquent reminder that seeking end
to moods, they're not reduced by prayer.
Perhaps some things are dealt with thusly,
not the dismal roller coaster our emotions ride.
To turn that tide, we have to act with more
than than fervent asking of the Lord.
A kick's the thing, swift, sharp one in
the derriere of demon moods that hurt one's self
the most, but also those we claim to love.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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