Let me become empty, that you may fill me up. Let me become desolate, that my hunger for you may grow.
…if you lean in you can hear the moaning…it is only human to wish for something else
…prayer has become silent, listening to the unformed words God speaks through my spirit, and my response is to say yes, giving consent, to love.
I pray with open hands. Take what you wish. Give what you wish. My wish is your wish.
…A soul’s inner beauty shines…