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I'm trying to hide my wounds. Been trying. Truth doesn't always look pretty. Beauty, real beauty comes at a cost. The real kind of b...

Slowly, quietly I come. Along this path again. my feet tread, my heart trembles. Like a bird inside my chest. The weeds can look like flowe...

Ann asks this question today over at Holy Experience ... What is the One Spiritual Habit that Has Changed Your Journey ? And the one phrase ...

Prayer is our daily gathering. It is where we meet Him. Like the woman at the well, we can only offer our empty cup and humbly ask " G...

There have been times when no matter how much I prayed or read the bible the only thing I felt was a longing, an ache, an aridity to the wo...