Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.
All your ideas about God are stones, smooth and perfect. All your words are stones, round and smooth.
You can't stack them up into a statue of God. Every prayer is a pile of stones.
Throw them into the nearest lake. Listen to the sound—kisplash!— as they disappear into the holy water.
The last ripples expand, growing all through you, reaching your farthest shore.
God sits with you and watches in silence, transfixed.
Later, even if you're not thinking about it, the ripples are still widening in you.
Deep Blessings Pastor Steve ______________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net
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