She wonders if I believe the words I write about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God Her submission to the call she feels, deep within Still small voice speaking to her, directly, in the wee hours of the morning, before the house awakes, before the distractions of the day, of daily life, create a din to drown out quiet guiding words of calling, calling her now still small voice, nudging her from complacency to schooling, to inquiry, to speaking, to proclaiming to ministry, in the church, in the half-way hours, into the hearts of family, of friends, of strangers in school, on the street, in the words I write and share throughout the web, the connectedness of the modern age Sharing the story, the truth, of her boundless faith the courage to walk in that faith into the world into the future with certainty of purpose and even when not, to continue on the path laid out before her, to walk in faith Faith like a mustard tree
November 12, 2006 14:17 Matthew 17:19-20 & Luke 17:5-6