We should all be wearing psychic masks to avoid spewing our discomfort, pain and fear on others. Blaming other people or institutions (like the government) isn’t going to work.
Sometimes my faith is enormous like I’m ensconced in a fluffy white cloud, floating above all the misery. Sometimes my faith is small, like me.
Thoughts, beliefs, words are powerful things. I believe in the ultimate Goodness of God.
Love exorcises the demon of selfishness and replaces it with contentment.
Love is still the answer
Work was a hustle, I was lonely, and felt like a stereotype of who I was. I learned that I was suffering from spiritual pride.
God isn’t walking about here on this earth, swiping his card at the Starbucks.
How to do we cope when life tosses a balloon full of oil-based paint into the cogs of our daily groove.
Faith is an exercise in trust.