
Known in the breaking of the bread
Children sow the sidewalk with painted rocks wearing hearts and flowers, as though faith could irrigate the earth with hope. I sow my windowsill with

Children sow the sidewalk with painted rocks wearing hearts and flowers, as though faith could irrigate the earth with hope. I sow my windowsill with

“I am reminded of my need to prune away the things in me that bear no fruit: anger, fears, worries, frustrations that do nothing to help me lead a more God-centered life, but instead trap me in a cycle of winter within my heart and mind that clings stubbornly to me as the winter weather patterns are right now.”

How about you? Where have you experienced the world with resurrection eyes?

Living, moving and having our being, like tadpoles in the great pond of God, we unfold the truth, and it is this which makes us free.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven