“May it be done to me, according to your word…”
“How can I be a space — simple, open, warm, stilled — that is prepared to receive the smallest, humblest, most vulnerable version of divinity when it comes quietly knocking at my door? Can I welcome a God I don’t recognize at first, a God who shows up in rags, comes from another country, and is dependent on my meager shelter? Am I brave enough for that?” -Siri Liv Myhrom
“When we walk in the uncertainty of night…”
“The General Dance…”
“For He has regarded the lowly state of His maidservant…”
A Winter Blessing….