Author Archives: wbgayle

Life can be abundant, overflowing with joy, compassion, and justice, bestowing deeply felt satisfaction. Jesus showed us the way through love. This abundance is a gift to all who love God and spread it abundantly.

There are times when my heart needs to widen to be inclusive of someone or something yearning for an opening to a relationship with God. I can be the portal through which they glimpse the grace and mercy of the … Continue reading →

There is light at the end of the tunnel. A clear end to the frenzied running. Until it is time to exhale enjoy the small successes celebrate the good news take time to relax keep the focus remember stay calm … Continue reading →

There is a heaviness, a feeling of utter exhaustion that moves in and settles in my bones, weighing me down. I need rest beyond what sleep brings. I will never get everything done. At some point, good enough will have … Continue reading →

As I move through my day getting things done I pray as I go. Each movement a prayer like strokes of an artist’s brush dancing with the Holy Spirit across the canvas of creation. Joy is the reward of a … Continue reading →

To make a commitment to a practice demands intention. I get so distracted by my lengthy to-do list that never gets any shorter. Perhaps I need to forgive myself. A practice does not have to be perfect.

Lent calls me to put down my busy life and listen for God’s voice calling in the wind, in daily conversation with friends, family, and strangers, in the sounds of my own heart beating. To listen with the heart and … Continue reading →

True treasure is not of this earthly place. An unquenchable thirst for necessities feeds the body, not the soul. There is a heavenly world where righteousness and peace show their faces to those searching for treasures of the heart.

Lent. Instead of sack cloth and black ashes I will seek to wrap myself in the fabric of God’s eternal presence weaving grace and humility into all of my relationships so that I may be a living embrace.  

Home sweet home. Traveling is so much fun. Seeing new places, escaping the demands of ordinary living. At the same time, routine is nice. The safe comforts of the familiar graciously greet me and welcome me home.