In the Wake

In the wake of the storm A stillness unsettling We dwell here Searching for your peace Pieces of our brokenness collected Bringing them to our father With tears streaming Not realizing your joy at these gifts You delight in your children Yet we hide, ashamed Believing we are naked in the garden Not realizing you …

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Ireland Chapter 2

I went to a garden yesterday and heard God's voice.  I think the hardest thing for me here has been not knowing anyone. No one knows me. And I'm not one to invite myself. So while everyone else went off in their own groups, I walked my own path in the garden alone. But I …

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