HeyJaredTreasured Ponderings
Seeing God reveal Himself through His word, in the world around me, and the childhood of my boys.
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It’s All About Jesus (opens the original)
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On September 9th, 2025, I posted the following quote to my Facebook/Instagram story: “Revival is a community saturated with God.” I remember that at the time I was feeling like the Church was on the edge of something I just could not quite put my finger on, and man, I was praying that it was revival. Who knew what revival looked like; certainly not I. I have caught the hint of “revival breezes” from time to time within my life. I was fifteen when the attacks of September 11th happened, and every
What Fills (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI make my list. Check it twice. It is long. Numerous. Each deed big. Each important. I shine them up. Sparkle, they do. Eye-catching are my deeds. I wear each for all the world to see. Gleaming. Heads will turn as I adorn myself in my accomplishments for Your glory. I package them up. Perfectly wrapped gifts. Almost too many to count. Guaranteed to be counted by others. Do they count to You? I present them in their grandeur.
A Temper Tantrum (opens the original)
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Fingers roll into my palm.Fists clinch. Pulsating in demand.All muscles tense. Brow dips low.Nose scrunching, nostrils flaring.My jaw sets in rage.I turn my head slowly to the left. To the right. The way I do when I am trying to bring myself under control. When I am trying to rein in tears. Anger. Tongue. Breathe in.Breathe out. Pause.Dare I raise this angry brow in Your direction? Defiance rises. Rises. Rises.My heart flips. Stops. Slams in my chest. I lift my eyes. They are storms. They rage.T
You Were Listening, Weren't Ya? (opens the original)
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He raised his eyes to the sky, his gaze moving east to west. His chin followed his forehead as he tilted his head back as far as it would go. He turned circles, scanning the azure blue. Nothing but blue for as far as his human eyes could see. He was beginning to wonder if he would even remember what a cloud looked like if he saw one. It had been so long. And it was dry. So dry that he could almost feel the very ground beneath him thirst with every dusty step he took. The land was beyond parched.
The Lament of the Trees (opens the original)
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All day long my thoughts stretch out to You, oh Lord my God. Like the pines of Ponderosa, my prayers pierce through blue sky, branches reaching out higher than eyes can see. They do not cease at the setting of the sun. They sway with every gust of wind, yet do not stop reaching. They groan at the weight of every storm, shuddering at the thunder and flinching at the lightening. Yet, they remain outstretched to the God, who is my potion.All night long, my hands reach out to You, desperate fingers
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