by Ana Lisa de Jong IN We are all in. God has called us home, from the fields, the hunting grounds. Each fishing boat moored, each gatherer returned with baskets…
By Taflin Fisher – In this moment take stock of the treasure of creation. In pink blossoms lie the promise of sweet juicy peaches. In ground cover, rain, fungi and…
By Talitha Fraser — When I write, these are not words that I speak aloud but there is a dialogue happening – as with all prayer. You cannot expect any…
By Carol Dixon — Cocooned in God’s eternal love, With confidence I face this day, Uplifted by the peace of Christ Within me as I rise and pray. God’s power…
By Joy Lenton — A profound sense of the ineffable runs through our veins but we might mistake it for murmurs from another place. Perhaps we hear instead the pulse…
by Ana Lisa de Jong Ah, when the heart is too deeply grieved sometimes the light is too bright a thing. The hurt animal seeks a dark habitat to hide. Perhaps…
By Ana Lisa de Jong — Christmas is for a moment the veil lifted, the light of Christ appearing through the mist. The bright glow of a candle briefly lit,…
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