Hidden Treasures
I sit at the picnic bench alone, my eyes cast to the ground. Then I hear his voice, my Lord’s voice, behind me. “The ground won’t change just by you looking at it,” he says. “You will need to get…
I sit at the picnic bench alone, my eyes cast to the ground. Then I hear his voice, my Lord’s voice, behind me. “The ground won’t change just by you looking at it,” he says. “You will need to get…
Good morning, Lord. “Good morning. Let go of the weight on your shoulders. You look tired and you look heavy-hearted.” “I am, Lord. I am tired and I am somewhat sad. I am happy to say I have not felt…
“Dear God, how are you? So I feel the need for us to talk, but I don’t know what to say. So maybe you can start off this conversation, like you have so many. You always seem to know exactly…
“Good morning, Lord. Hey, I just heard myself singing . . . out loud.” That was something that has not happened in a very long time. I am amused. Curious. “Yes,” he responds. “I am also amused. But not curious. …
“Cathay, do you trust me?” asks the Lord. “No, not today,” I respond. “Today I’m afraid.” I am reminded of my hesitation when driving along a road that goes up a hill and until you get to the top you…
The rain! How beautiful! How refreshing! And mesmerizing! It began to rain today and I recalled my youth when I loved to walk and run in the rain. It was so much fun and felt so good. So why not…