Quiet Thoughts
Finding God in the Silence – A Faith Story for ...
She shuffled past the rows in her usual slow, deliberate way. As she rounded the corner of the canned goods aisle, a voice stopped her.
Finding God in the Silence – A Faith Story for ...
She shuffled past the rows in her usual slow, deliberate way. As she rounded the corner of the canned goods aisle, a voice stopped her.
When the Clock Doesn't Tick – A Story of Waitin...
The next day, Marie went for a walk. Her feet led her to a part of town she hadn’t visited in months. As she passed the corner bakery, through the...
When the Clock Doesn't Tick – A Story of Waitin...
The next day, Marie went for a walk. Her feet led her to a part of town she hadn’t visited in months. As she passed the corner bakery, through the...
When the Wind No Longer Whispers – A Reflection...
When she finally found him — sitting on a bench near the river, bread in hand — she said nothing. He didn’t speak either. They just sat, listening to water...
When the Wind No Longer Whispers – A Reflection...
When she finally found him — sitting on a bench near the river, bread in hand — she said nothing. He didn’t speak either. They just sat, listening to water...
The Weaver and the Unmarked Road – A Parable fo...
Mara’s secret was simple: she never planned a pattern. Each morning she prayed, selected a single thread, and trusted the tapestry would reveal itself one row at a time.
The Weaver and the Unmarked Road – A Parable fo...
Mara’s secret was simple: she never planned a pattern. Each morning she prayed, selected a single thread, and trusted the tapestry would reveal itself one row at a time.
The Lantern Keeper – A Story for the Spirituall...
A few villagers noticed that the glow was fainter, the warmth less inviting. One night, when a widow came to grieve alone in the back pew, the flame sputtered so...
The Lantern Keeper – A Story for the Spirituall...
A few villagers noticed that the glow was fainter, the warmth less inviting. One night, when a widow came to grieve alone in the back pew, the flame sputtered so...
Grace for What You Wish You Could Undo
The gate creaked open like it hadn’t been used in years. The garden, overgrown and wild, still held a strange kind of beauty. The woman walked the path slowly, reverently,...
Grace for What You Wish You Could Undo
The gate creaked open like it hadn’t been used in years. The garden, overgrown and wild, still held a strange kind of beauty. The woman walked the path slowly, reverently,...