She puts a dollop of ice cream in her coffee, sits and prays with the birds, and the day breaks open, with her heart, with her consent, again.
A Piece of Goodness
December 4
I became quiet enough to notice…
December 3
The words “I Love You” wash over me and through me and in me…and I cannot distinguish which one of us is speaking, God or me…
December 2
Do you ever stop to smell God? If so, do you stop as often as you wish you would?
December 1
I thought I was thinking, but it was actually prayer. I thought I was stewing in my feelings, but it was actually prayer…