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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