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Ephesians : 6 : 10-18 [NWT]


10 Finally, go on acquiring power in [the] Lord and

in the mightiness of his strength.

11 Put on the complete suit of armor from God that YOU

may be able to stand firm against the machinations of

the Devil;

12 because we have a wrestling, not against blood and

flesh, but against the governments, against the authorities,

against the world rulers of this darkness, against the wicked

spirit forces in the heavenly places.

13 On this account take up the complete suit of armor from

God, that YOU may be able to resist in the wicked day and,

after YOU have done all things thoroughly, to stand firm.

14 Stand firm, therefore, with YOUR loins girded about

with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness,

15 and with YOUR feet shod with the equipment of the good

news of peace.

16 Above all things, take up the large shield of faith, with

which YOU will be able to quench all the wicked one’s

burning missiles.

17 Also, accept the helmet of salvation, and the sword of

the spirit, that is, God’s word,

18 while with every form of prayer and supplication YOU

carry on prayer on every occasion in spirit.







alone on each stalk but beautiful

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

Ω

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

Ω

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon

I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow; if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic; to remember the limitations of being human.

Ω

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

Ω

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

Ω

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

Ω

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

Ω

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I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and

if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

contentment in just being alone

contentment in just being alone

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