Saying this week:

Grace is firm also!

How many iterations we each teach of the same poem! It must need to be spoken.
Speak us!

Practice implying God in all you say and do!

I like seeing things be themselves. Maybe that is one of my highest joys, helping things become and be spoken what they are.

The moon, really. Seriously, it alone is enough to know..each night it glows, reflecting the sun from another place..of course, we wanted to touch it. We, too, reflectors of a Son.