Writing Is A Way Of Processing Our

The Standing Fields [ready To Harvest]were The Legions Who Hadn't Filled Their God-vacuum With The One Who Was Born To Fill It; The Standing Fields Were Those Who Waited For Someone To Reach Out And Speak The Truth, And Tell Them How They Might Be Saved.

Give Me Faith, Lord, To Know Your Presence As Surely As I Know The Beating Of My Own Heart. I've Felt So Far From You.

Easter Is Never Deserved.

Lord, Make Me A Blessing To Someone Today

I Have Confidence That God Is With Us In All Things, Both Tender And Tough