D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
A writing platform celebrating the freedom of expression and the exploration of God, self and the world.
The promises of God are yea and amen (See 2Cor. 1:20). They are guaranteed, a done deal. Because it is impossible for God to lie, He does everything He says He will do despite changes in climate, the world and culture. His word never comes back void. Yet though He promises victory and triumph, we […]
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We broke up right after the baby was born. I’m not sure who broke up with who. We might’ve just agreed at the same time, but for different reasons. He probably broke up with me because he didn’t want the responsibility of being a dad. Any other time he would’ve been fighting for our relationship […]
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Mama said this day would come When you’d be standing there Trying to figure out how I made it, Wondering how I got through, Wishing I had fainted Instead of surpassing you. Now I’m on top I want you to know The view up here looks great And you very, very…very small. © D.L. Lunsford
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If you seek Him, you will find Him when you seek Him with all your heart and soul (See Deut. 4:29). Simple, but not easy. It’s easy to give up on finding God when you seek Him halfheartedly. Anything worth having is not easy to obtain. If it were it wouldn’t be worth much. What […]
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I’m getting older. I can tell because whenever I get up after sitting for a while, everything is stiff. It takes a moment for my hips to loosen up and my back to work out its kinks. My clothes don’t fit the way they used to. I have to labor more to pull up my […]
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A song unsung, Story half-told, Music notes drawn on pages for sale but never sold. Tried not to care but the tears won’t lie; They dissolve my mask and expose what I hide. I am a pen full of ink with an enduring hope, A determined climber on a shredding rope. My mouth parts expelling […]
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The finish line is the end of the race or course. It’s accomplishing the ultimate goal. Job completed. Mission accomplished. Promise realized. It’s the pinnacle of the mountain. I made it. The end. Because I have yet to reach this finish line, my eyes are fixated on it. But after I reach it, then what? […]
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If freedom was for sale who could afford it? Would it really be freedom if you could buy it? Probably just some watered-down version of a dream, A fragrant wish in a fancy bottle; Something to make you close your eyes and forget… the shackles on your feet. © D.L. Lunsford
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Truth can be a bitter pill to swallow and rebuke can make you choke. The last thing any of us wants to hear is someone else telling us what’s wrong with us or correcting a behavior we didn’t have a problem with. While it is true we cannot receive criticism from just anyone, we must […]
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