by Bruce Williamson
I thought I'd pray a while today. I really didn't have much to say. The children are fine, I am well, but still I wanted to pray -- with nothing to say. But I thought perhaps to God it would not matter. So I just sat in his presence like resting under a great oak tree. I don't know if this counts as prayer, but it felt right to me.
(Dated April 14, 2008 Bruce Williamson.)
Friday, May 30, 2008
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