Prayer at the Lake

The wind blows hard. Relentless on my face, legs, arms, hair. It blows strong across the lake, with extra poofs of power at intervals as regular and as unpredictable as the waves it creates. Even the ducks look off kilter today: their normally smooth glide knocked sideways, pushed askew. I had in mind a lazy…… Continue reading Prayer at the Lake

Hello God, it’s me, Mary

Prayers are our deepest, most honest callings of our hearts. Or the most shallow. I struggle with prayer. I WANT to pray. I try to pray, really, I do. But something in my brain derails the conversations with our Holy Creator. It goes something like this. “Dear Heavenly Father, my heart cries out to you…… Continue reading Hello God, it’s me, Mary

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