Author: Karla Koon

I sit in silence and breathe.
Listening, returning; loving.

I sit in God.

“As I gazed through the ice I wondered, how often do we become frozen and harden, causing our view of what lies ahead to become obscured?  My reflection was not abstract or rhetorical, but practical, as I could feel my own heart hardening.”

“Call it healing; call it cleansing; call it conversion, call it transformation, call it what you want. It was the moment where I knew that I was no longer the person that I used to be and going back to that person was no longer an option.”

“As we enter this time of thanksgiving, may we find moments of stillness and quiet gratitude. May we find a way to share God’s love with all who we encounter as we maneuver through blending hints of what was with the newness of what is before us. May we lift our hearts and voices in gratitude for those who have walked beside us on this winding and lingering journey.”

“She explained that she writes a check every month for a set amount, but every Sunday, she adds whatever is left over from her wallet. It was my first introduction to pledging and giving weekly beyond one’s pledge.”

God has given us such a wonderful example of steady and gradual change as the seasons start, continue, and come to an end. And while some would prefer summer to linger, we all adapt our lives to this rhythm of steady change.

My soul needs to bask in canopies of green; My soul needs to hear the running water wash clean. My soul needs a reminder of

““Why does it have to be so hard? Why is everything so hard?” It was with pleading eyes and frustrated tone, twinged with hopeless resignation that my colleague masked her questions as statements of exhaustive reality. Her eyes searched my face for an answer, as I silently stared at her.”

“There I sat, opening, emptying, and resting. In that 30-minute ferry ride and while fully awake, I felt as though I had a deep, soul-cleansing nap.”