Fall on your knees, as you would to revere a king? Or in exhaustion, like a “weary world rejoicing”?
Adore? As when we smile at a baby’s sweet face? That is not bowing down to a king.
We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.
A student gave a gift, 2 weeks before Christmas: No gift card; the birds as earrings…
What we most long for when we are feeling alone is not incoming love from others, but instead is someone on whom to pour our outgoing love.
Do we “snap out of” divine moments because they are too much for us?