I Grew Up Hearing Words

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.

Publishing Is, By Its Nature, About Deadlines, And Deadlines Are Toxic.

I Live In A Village Where People Still Care About Each Other, Largely.

And It Can Be A Way Of Healing.

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.