Prayer-Filled Opening
On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark...
On the night that Spirit shushed me, I quietly looked out at my prayers. There they were in the dark...
Black or white. I grew up in the South in the 60’s, so I know a thing or two about...
Listen to Silent Night and read Revelation 12. With each passing Christmas, I find myself befriending Mary with a deeper sense...
She is a part of the rugged landscape. No longer do I turn away in dread, but instead, everyday I...
Further into faith and only a few miles through suburbia to my workplace, I covered great distances daily. Interestingly, it...
Ah, the night and its silence How its woos me beyond the day’s toxic noise Urgent signals clamoring for my...
The dark night lays a pall over life and sorrow responds with a knock on heart’s door. Acknowledge the pall,...
I eagerly rose to see Spirit’s painting for me. As earth turned from night, loyal sun illuminated sky with light,...