My desire to pray bubbled up…to welcome being with God, to receive the gift of life, to nurture the love-light within.
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December 5
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.
December 4
I became quiet enough to notice…
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…
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.”