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“I’m feeling the invitation to sow seeds,” I said to a friend and mentor. // Every year my husband plants the garden. The children swarm around him like insects, digging and dumping seeds and then, later, when what has been done has been done,...
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God is the source of all love; whenever we show love, whenever we experience love, we are experiencing an aspect of God. For me, the role of mother, as one who loves and is loved, has been a revelation of many aspects of God’s love. The following...
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Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link. Simone Weil I...
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“. . . and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by . . .” Exodus 33:22 My twin boys travel the steep wooden stairs, short legs stretching with a two-year-old’s...
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It was the first day of kindergarten. My oldest son and I walked toward the low brick building holding hands and he reached over with his right hand to pull on my wrist, pressing his small hand deeper into the crevasse between my thumb and index...
