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.
gratitude
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 30
Jesus smiled at me, totally tender, loving, and trusting…and said, “Thank you my love, each time you pray, it feels like Christmas to me.”
November 29
Surely, not stopping to watch and take it in would be refusing God’s gracious invitation into beauty, peace, awe, and wonder.
November 28
Like champagne bubbles in slow motion…