When I turned 30, I decided that I wanted to complete a triathlon. One problem: I did not know how to swim. I wasn’t scared of the water and I could stay afloat, but the most fruitful results of my childhood swim lessons were a goofy-looking breast stroke that didn’t involve putting my head under the water and a “little bird, big bird, fly.” The latter was basically laying on my back, flapping my arms, and propelling myself (slowly) through the water. These were not the ways of a triathlete.
Rooted in Love My Sustained Lectio Divina “I pray . . . that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith, as you are being rooted and grounded in love.” Ephesians 3:17 I have prayed with the Scriptures using a simple form for years. It was Guigo II in the twelfth century that gave the…Read more
Re-Creating A Life Learning How To Tell Our Most Life-Giving Story A New Release by Diane Millis The Lord often reveals what is better to the younger (Rule of Benedict 3.3) [caption id="attachment_4602" align="alignright" width="150"] Diane Millis and Jaleah Taylor, used with permission.[/caption] “May I get a picture of the two of us?” a young…Read more