When we clap our hands together, the cymbals are meaning.

honoring God by speaking what is there inside me. Speaking becomes an affirmation. Your response becomes an elevation, and then we become praise.

The way we wander and do not know the large picture is that you are meandering through the blood vessels and capillaries of God.

In dancing we go around this most dynamic stillness.

If I listened a little more closely, meaning would chime. I would receive a message in the air that said, “make a wish,” or maybe the air would say, “you give my life… Continue reading →

Water that wiggles  

and I am yours

The temptation, the found, and the lust The complete compassion you have for us.