1 Peter 2:7-9

Therefore, to you who believe, He is precious; but to those who are disobedient, “The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone,” and “A stone of stumbling and a rock of offense.” They stumble, being disobedient to the word, to which they also were appointed.

But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special (i.e.: peculiar) people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light…

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

My (Mother's) Hands

by Katy McDonald
Both pinkies curve in slightly
Skin is dry and stretched tightly
The nail beds are small and brittle
Practically every pore is visible
A study of my hands

Full of imperfection
Wish they were more feminine
Meant for hard work, not cups of tea
Despite the flaws, they comfort me
They are my mother’s hands
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