I am selfish. It is obvious by the prolonged silence I have in this space. The silence doesn’t represent periods of drought in my life. Well, not always. There are times of stale stagnation. But then there are times of rich learning and deep fellowship which I hoard. So here we are. A crossroads if you will. The realization that the fellowship I have known, which I have selfishly held in isolation, is for you too. Can I, may I, share it with you? Will you enter into this fellowship with me? Perhaps you have experienced your own? I pray…
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Be still and know Him.
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Consumed with noises swirling around, it is hard to listen. Twists and turns spin thoughts into a cocoon too tight to move. Struggling to squeeze through just a sliver of space to open air. Seeking silent air. Perhaps, whispered air laced with a voice of peace. Grace filled air. Mercies fresh with no tightly woven web. Liberty to stretch and shake loose from the prison of endless voices that have no meaning, no value. Remembering the freedom of that space. Breathing room. Inhale. Exhale. Torso expands and fills. Filling deep. Feeling deep. Then release. Slow release. Release the noise. Repeat.…