Author Archives: wbgayle

Love Letters in the Sands of Time

With our deeds of kindness and acts of love, we write love letters, destined to survive long after we have left this world. Simple, sincere and eternal, these epistles are scribed by true hearts inspired by God’s love bestowed upon … Continue reading

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An Enigma

There are times we cannot understand what God is telling us. When a friend is stricken by devastating illness, we pray for comfort and healing knowing that there is likely no cure. Suffering is one way God speaks to us.

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Lost and Found

Lose yourself in the flow, channeling your creativity. Do not keep track of time. Let yourself be in the zone. A profound sense of peace awaits. It’s a chance to escape from your life and be invigorated and restored.

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Beauty and the Beast

To love one another invokes us to truly love ourselves. Not in vain, boastful ways but allowing light in through ugly broken cracks in our lives, fueling the warmth of our own beauty. We can then truly love one another.

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The View from the Top

I wander forty days, with intention, in the wilderness hoping to find release from the sins that weigh me down. But the path is often obscured. Although the journey is difficult, healing awaits me at the mountain’s top.

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Perfection Reflection

I strive to be perfect in all I do but there is a cost. Body and mind are stressed. Creativity suffers. Worry and angst creep into cracks caused by fear of failure and left raw. Forgiveness is the cure for … Continue reading

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The Wellspring of Love

God loves us and wants us to be happy, happiness that comes not from wealth and comfort but in loving communion with the earth and humanity. We live by God’s grace so that in death we are born into an … Continue reading

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The Inconvenience Truth

I don’t know how to live daily without electricity. At the flick of a switch I have light, heat, and water. Convenience is an addiction, being without a stark reminder to humbly appreciate having it.

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March Madness

Wind rushing through the leaves rough and rugged ripping off shingles toppling trees that once stood tall and strong but now bowing in submission to the fierce blow of a nor’easter passing through town leaving death and destruction in its … Continue reading

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My Favorite Cup

Shattered. Here one minute yet with one careless brush of a hand in needless hurry crashed to the floor without forgiveness, in fragments now, beyond repair. But its sweet memory in time was not shattered.

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