With the wind on my face and the warmth of the sun, with notes of a birdsong trilling here and there, it was His voice I heard.  “Can you give

“Therefore,” he’d said, “having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have access by faith into this grace in which

I forget, reaching forward, hoping for what is down the road, wriggling impatiently as I sit in my chair, typing, day after day after day.  It’s hard, this enforced sitting still,

“Ordain all of my appointments.” In this single prayer, there is a turning to Him, a surrendering of who and what and when.  It’s an act of faith, feeble though