There are times in life when the way you walk changes, and there are times when you must stop and stack stones. I have never been able to force these kinds of moments, and rarely do I fully recognize them until after they have passed.
These moments do not happen very often nor do they ever come easy.
They open wide my eyes.
They allow me to pour out my hate into the hands of another.
They pull fists full of shadows out of my chest.
They allow my spirit to begin to heal again.
I can see now that my time spent under the Live Oaks will quietly serve as a marker of both torn sinew and stacked stones.
I'm left with thoughts like these...
The Church is real and it never shines brighter than on front porches in the moonlight.
True communities worship.
We are a hurting and tired people.
We have not lost hope.
Human Care requires that we love each other with the same intensity that we love our hopes of helping others.
Everyone carries a gift whether they can see it or not.
The ability to recognize the gift in yourself sometimes requires you acknowledge the gift you see in others.
Gifts that are never given still hold a place in the heart for a reason.
Words may need to remain unspoken for fear of getting in the way of God's voice.
True contemplative faith requires restraint as much as it requires freedom.
The strong man will grow weary.
We need each other.
All things are being made new.