Let me act with the conviction that I am in tune with God’s desires, and let me go deeper and deeper into being one with all.
communion
January 14
I’ve rubbed the fabric of God so often that the threads poke out. The words I spoke to a friend this morning a stranger spoke to me in the afternoon.
December 15
I found my soul in Tanzania, expressed through the warmth and strength of her people. My prayer is that they recognized something of themselves in me.
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…
November 28
Like champagne bubbles in slow motion…