In this quiet place/ Help me be still and know...How to let go

Christian meditation is not an end in itself but is intended to yield the fruit of right living.

What if the “right now” is better than the “someday when”?

When Jesus makes a promise, we can believe Him.

Peel back our ribs again/ And stand inside of our chest./ We just wanna' love you

I am undone. The tears freely flow. I want to look away, and yet I want to stare forever.

Clouded dawn breaks through,/ light radiating branches/ stretching toward sun.

We will feast in the house of Zion/ We will sing with our hearts restored

Let me be in the world, yet not of it. Let me use this world without abusing it.

When despair for the world grows in me/ and I wake in the night at the least sound

Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who alone does wondrous things.

How long, how long till you save us all, save us all/ Turn your face to me

And the beginning is prayer.

God, You have loved us first.

And You paid all of my debt but I still live like the rent is due/ But You hung on that tree/ To keep me from the gallows

And how could conversation with God—prayer—not involve words? How can communication take place without them?

That's what I used to think.

It is the surface that can’t be

trusted, a crust frail and tenuous.

How to grieve the pain in your story.

It doesn't feel welcoming. Not at first. An empty room in your heart and mind.

I love the sound of secret things, / I love to hear their nearness,/ And to feel their wildness, too.