Tuesday, March 17th, 2015
TONGUES OF FIRE
With a cup of coffee in hand, I descend to the lower level and turn on the fireplace. This is my new morning ritual when I’m at home; it wasn’t always so. Sitting on the edge of the couch on the opposite wall, I have a conversation with God, mostly listening to Him. It wasn’t always so, for I have had an inclination to do most of the talking in prayer.
But this is a different venue, and I am attracted to the flames in the fireplace like a moth.