I have a friend who writes. Writing is a way in which Alice is Alice. To not write would be to lose something of her soul. She writes far better than I, and even makes a little money at it to keep her in the simple lifestyle she can afford. Alice lives in a small town in the middle of nowhere. This the price she pays to be rich in silence and solitude, free of distractions and noise as do many a writer of spiritual vision. People sometimes wonder why Jesus lived so long in a small town in the middle of nowhere, Nazareth, if he was the Son of God. Well, I think my friend Alice might have the answer.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
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"My Presence will go with you
ReplyDeleteand I will give you rest". Exodus 33:14