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The folded note the size of a small pale blue moth I opened in the curious palm of my hand: “You have what it takes,” it insisted ... the way wings unfold, snow melts underneath or the heart rises to courage
Glimpses …
The greatest prayer is not one you say. It is simply you.
The deepening and deafening surrender of Christ.
We make ourselves irresistible to God by not resisting.
The right here, right now … is as God, as God gets.
THIS: the ONLY place of grace.
Story is built of nouns; life is not.
A child picking the flower of now … outweighs every story.
The Story of me is a conglomeration of thoughts. One “Now” can blow it out of the water.
You are the very Love by which I Love you back.
(And this quote from a dear friend:)
“Silence is the language of love;
Surrender its activity;
Emptiness its fulfillment.”
From a letter to Jesus in the fall of 1986:
Jesus,
I’m tired … in many ways. It seems like we are getting no where. The same falling down and self-recrimination, feelings of defeat, new resolutions. It has become ridiculous and sad. And you seem removed.
I feel solid weakness beneath my feet.
S.U.S.U. (Society of the Utterly Screwed-up)
When I do “think it through” it brings no light or peace or trust – only more self disgust.
The vision seems like a smoldering wick.
I do appreciate the moments when I can be absorbed in you, refreshed by the desire to please you ... In other words, it excites me ... to set you free.
Deep in mud
Much in need,
Tom
This Longing for Freedom …………..






Tom
Thank you Thank you - for wound me whole…these glimpses…a letter. The right here, right now … is as God, as God gets.
And Jesus responds: "All these years later, you've been lovingly wounded whole. I love how we heal so well - side by side."