I came out of the womb with an insatiable need to be heard. I was a skinny little blonde girl with chicken legs and a voice as loud as a mega-phone. I never tired of talk. Someone once described my incessant need for conversation as the water that broke the dam. Deep inside, in secret […]
Praying with Palms Up
by April 20, 2017 15 Comments
on “Heads bowed, hands together, eyes closed.” This was how we prayed, our seven-year old little bodies being trained in the ways of holiness. Also, at the end we said “Amen.” I wasn’t sure why we did any of those things, but I did know these were the words and posture of prayer. Prayer, if it […]