Author Archives: wbgayle

Wanderlust

Posted on February 10, 2018 by wbgayle

Roads beckon. Seas and skies, stretching out far as the eye can see, offer promises of adventure, renewal, and new memories of time and space to replace tired scenes replayed often. A case of wanderlust is hard to shake. EPIPHANY … Continue reading →

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Longing for God’s Peace

Posted on February 9, 2018 by wbgayle

I long for the stillness of a blanket of new fallen snow. Harsh noises of the world hushed by nature’s elegance. Unable to hear any sound, except my own breath, I love to walk in the quiet solitude of God’s … Continue reading →

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Growing Pains

Posted on February 8, 2018 by wbgayle

I wish that I could solve all the problems of my beloveds so that their lives were free of any pain or sadness, fear, heartache or disappointment. Yet we raised them to be smart and strong. Their struggles will only … Continue reading →

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Through the Looking Glass

Posted on February 7, 2018 by wbgayle

Context tells our stories. It is the looking glass through which life’s events are observed. Without it, no rules or limits exist to break our fall into chaos. It adds depth, width and height. We live inside context. EPIPHANY February … Continue reading →

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Believe It or Not

Posted on February 6, 2018 by wbgayle

Believe in the future. Though unpredictable and indeterminate, beyond the excitement of the undiscovered, is revealed the sacred promise of the ultimate truth of salvation. Believe. Epiphany February 6, 2018  

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Listening for God Alone

Posted on February 5, 2018 by wbgayle

Make time and meditate. Listen for God alone. Lay aside the things of the world. As you wait for God to speak, ask for grace to hear the words that inspire you to live into your gifts. Meditate and make … Continue reading →

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Music to My Ears

Posted on February 4, 2018 by wbgayle

The words are instruments which play my soul’s music and capture the daily rhythm of joys and sorrows, or inspirations whispered lovingly in my ear by the Holy Spirit. And quiet, I hear the words. EPIPHANY February 4, 2018

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Time Passages

Posted on February 3, 2018 by wbgayle

Old friends. Shared memories of happy times well spent. Lazy afternoons at the pool, talking for hours over a cup of tea, crazy holiday shopping trips. Distance separates us. We have become old friends. EPIPHANY February 3, 2018

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The Cloud of Knowing

Posted on February 2, 2018 by wbgayle

To know what lies ahead, the dangers and pitfalls, the consequences of doing justifies the downsides of not doing. Grace and guidance, emanating from the Holy Spirit is all we need to know. EPIPHANY February 2, 2018

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In the Bleak Midwinter

Posted on February 1, 2018 by wbgayle

The greyness of the day dissolves into the blackness of night. The sunlight did little to ameliorate the chill that grew more bitter as night fell. The bleakness of the winter matches my mood, in unsettled hibernation. EPIPHANY February 1, … Continue reading →

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