There is an ancient forest within my soul Or a soul, blowing in the wind through an ancient forest within my chest There, at the center of this ancient forest, a gnarled table within the center of my soul Everything I need is here, within the forest, in the space between God and I, resting, …
God sends and we receive. This implies the process of delivery is contingent on two things: the sender and the receiver. Lately I have been meditating on how God grows us. Early in my spiritual life, God spoke loud and clear and I had no part in the receiving. God found me, turned me around …
Sometimes, well no, not really sometimes, more like all-times. I feel this intense, pressing desire for God to accept me. But in between God accepting me and the me of right now, is this unknown cloud of silence. I stand and I look at it, with a low humming anxiety in my heart and I …
It's not the love that we withhold that changes people, but the love that we give.
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The Olive & The Oak 