He is waiting for you at the well
Prodigal of Silence It's so quiet here in my office. A Sunday afternoon. The sunlight coming through the windows falls on the dark shadows that the lamp light doesn't reach. I feel awkward here in the silence. Isn't that strange? Yet, it isn't because hustle and bustle seems to be the heartbeat we all run… Continue reading Waiting for a Miracle
You know what is so splendid about a tree that is sapped of strength...that stands still with branches bare in the bitter cold? It is the way it doesn't strive to do for itself. Have you ever seen a tree pick up its roots and say, "Well I am thirsty, I need nourishment, I better… Continue reading Audience of One~17
Have you ever felt as though everyone wants or needs your attention? When you finally get alone, do all their voices in your head seem to dominate your ability to be still? Sometimes you just want to scream, "Would everyone up there just take a seat and be quiet!" Then when you gather a sense… Continue reading Audience of 0ne~14
You know what is so splendid about a tree that is sapped of strength...that stands still with branches bare in the bitter cold? It is the way it doesn't strive to do for itself. Have you ever seen a tree pick up its roots and say, "Well I am thirsty, I need nourishment, I better… Continue reading Audience of One~17
Have you ever felt as though everyone wants or needs your attention? When you finally get alone, do all their voices in your head seem to dominate your ability to be still? Sometimes you just want to scream, "Would everyone up there just take a seat and be quiet!" Then when you gather a sense… Continue reading Audience of 0ne~14
Another Samaritan Woman 