The Folly of Forgetfulness | A Prayer Series, Day V
The mornings roll together in sleepy familiarity. The routine is consistent, the rhythm the same. But…
The mornings roll together in sleepy familiarity. The routine is consistent, the rhythm the same. But…
The dark horizon hides itself in the blackness of the sky. The world is concealed in…
We have heard the whispered promise that You are still to come. And we, too, have…
The orations roll off our tongues with tradition and ease. We believe, we do. We believe. ……
As the weather cools and the snow start to rumble in the belly of mother earth, husband…
Saturday morning was slow. It was lazy. And comfortable. And familiar. This morning I felt the prodding…