God, do you even hear me? How can you listen to me when so many cry out to you? I am always listening, my child, and I hear you. I hear your prayers, your bargains, and know your thoughts intimately. As a mother can tell which of her child is saying what when all areContinue reading “I Am Listening”
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Remove the Junk
Today I sat deadheading my planters to make room for new growth. I thought about the symbolism between that and knowing when to remove the junk from our lives. Like flowers, we all need nurturing and tending. You must look after yourself and remove that which doesn’t serve you any longer. A flower that doesn’tContinue reading “Remove the Junk”
I’m In All The Moments
God, I can’t feel you. Where are you? I am with you always, my child. I am in all the moments, in the very fibre of your being. My spirit is woven through you so completely that I am a part of you. No matter where you are, I am there. I give you signsContinue reading “I’m In All The Moments”
How I Long
Oh, how I long for those wordsspoken in the sun cast meadowwhere the tall grasses blewand the butterflies flew Where I knelt and weptand you lifted my chinsaying ‘Rise, my child, and see.’then stood and talked with me How I wish I could recallthe words you gave to meas you wiped my tearsand laid wasteContinue reading “How I Long”