Add to ORKGI remember, as a girl, I could fly. I also remember You visited often. Not a luminous light, or an apparition, or anything I could hear or touch. You were a presence, a comfort, a knowing. Back then, I didn\u27t need faith. I had certainty.https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/onearth/1040/thumbnail.jp
There are no stars visible from here. Just crumbling cornices and pointed brickwork, and the gray pa...
Somewhere near the beginning of my memory I find myself on windy ground. I must be little more than ...
Our God is truly never-failing, never-ending. We trust the Bible’s assertion that He had no beginnin...
Dear God, Okay, first, full disclosure: I don’t believe You are a You. Of course, if I’m wrong and Y...
On April the 20th, 2008, Padre Adelir Antonio de Carli took off from the town of Paranagua in a chai...
I checked the bush. I tried the sky, the crickets\u27 legs, soccer fields, and apples\u27 cores. I s...
Our spirituality, our way of being in the world with God, can and should be expanded and deepened by...
THERE among the sunlit spaces you came to have a talk with me. I saw you first standing on a sunbeam...
When I was a child, I wanted to fly. Not in airplanes, helicopters, hot-air balloons, or rockets, bu...
Our state—of books, condition, the body politic— Is disrepaired, or worse, and wanting light to spil...
My memory had always been fuzzy. Dull. Furry? For a long time – years; miles, maybe – I knew not wha...
Because you promised to be with me even to the end of time. Because you told me to be still and know...
I grew up in the church and obeyed the gospel in my teens. When I was eighteen I went through a terr...
Since my first days in the Cradle Roll Department of Sunday School, the merits of the bad place agai...
I think On automatic pilot In a commuter plane. Flying at night is the most peaceful thing. These li...
There are no stars visible from here. Just crumbling cornices and pointed brickwork, and the gray pa...
Somewhere near the beginning of my memory I find myself on windy ground. I must be little more than ...
Our God is truly never-failing, never-ending. We trust the Bible’s assertion that He had no beginnin...
Dear God, Okay, first, full disclosure: I don’t believe You are a You. Of course, if I’m wrong and Y...
On April the 20th, 2008, Padre Adelir Antonio de Carli took off from the town of Paranagua in a chai...
I checked the bush. I tried the sky, the crickets\u27 legs, soccer fields, and apples\u27 cores. I s...
Our spirituality, our way of being in the world with God, can and should be expanded and deepened by...
THERE among the sunlit spaces you came to have a talk with me. I saw you first standing on a sunbeam...
When I was a child, I wanted to fly. Not in airplanes, helicopters, hot-air balloons, or rockets, bu...
Our state—of books, condition, the body politic— Is disrepaired, or worse, and wanting light to spil...
My memory had always been fuzzy. Dull. Furry? For a long time – years; miles, maybe – I knew not wha...
Because you promised to be with me even to the end of time. Because you told me to be still and know...
I grew up in the church and obeyed the gospel in my teens. When I was eighteen I went through a terr...
Since my first days in the Cradle Roll Department of Sunday School, the merits of the bad place agai...
I think On automatic pilot In a commuter plane. Flying at night is the most peaceful thing. These li...
There are no stars visible from here. Just crumbling cornices and pointed brickwork, and the gray pa...
Somewhere near the beginning of my memory I find myself on windy ground. I must be little more than ...
Our God is truly never-failing, never-ending. We trust the Bible’s assertion that He had no beginnin...