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.
communion
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…
November 27
Did you ever try to jump off the earth? It would be easier to do that than to be separated from God…