again hope answers

Have you ever prayed a prayer, then prayed it
again -
Day upon month upon year?
Until it became a habit - a life.

And somewhere along the journey
hope -
stepped less buoyantly.
Until you believed - but not so brashly.

Then to be startled wide awake by arriving
answers -
so soft and natural and true?
Until you realized they had come home - unnoticed.

Fulfilling

I love to clean
and organize!
And I believe in bleach.

Love has a face...

I just finished reading this wonderful book last night. It has challenged my picture of God.
Broadened the horizon of life's possibilities. Opened my eyes to deeper definitions of love.
And reaffirmed the consecration of His calling for my heart to be His face of Love to those around me.

Here is a taste of the her journey: Of cathedrals of dirt, storm-dancing, hiding in the light, and living life off the map of chartered human existence.

"Born without her left hip and leg, Michele Perry is no stranger to seeming impossibilities. So when she arrived in war-torn southern Sudan, with little more then faith in God's promises, she did what everyone told her was crazy: She opened a home for orphaned children in guerrilla warfare territory."

Exotic Hospitality

Curry scent still lingers on my hands...

Indian spices,
candlelight,
laughter.

Sitting cross-legged
amongst
hearts of friends.