The longing to know the deepest kind of peace led to questions and surrenders. It led to an expanded view of life and pain and love. It led to my own deepest heart and to the quiet prayer that reached back — recognized and honored at last as my own true voice. Advertisements
Somewhere along the way, in the middle of the journey and the remembrance of a deeper me, came a subtle, wordless honoring and the longing to find and become the quiet prayer not quite spoken or heard in that mysterious, magical place of in-between.