I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
In crisis, shoulds and oughts don’t help. Love wins out over guilt any day.
How are we to mysteriously surrender to the creative abundance of darkness?
Hours earlier, these droplets formed out of the morning mist. Settled here, they endow even greater beauty to an already beautiful image of God’s presence in nature’s cathedral. On this altar, these droplets are separate, yet from and of the same substance. The same essence. They will, hours from now, be transformed, imperceptibly, still theContinue reading “Angels In the Mist”