Lost in the woods, my soul, ambivalent and ungrounded, dis-connected. Thinking about praying, but not. Longing to have the desire to pray.
trust
November 2
In every spiritual journey there are the seasons…A time when we need to try our hardest, and a time when we harden our hearts by trying.
October 30
I was clinging to the edge of the great abyss, only through trust. And then I let go.
October 29
Let me become empty, that you may fill me up. Let me become desolate, that my hunger for you may grow.
October 28
The true test of faith is not believing in God or subscribing to a certain image of God, but rather believing in my own goodness.