Washed… 

Sometimes when we go to the beach I like to take a moment to write things on the sand… I wait for a “fierce” wave and watch it wash away what I wrote, then I talk things over to Jesus in my heart… all this is very therapeutic and special to me. Two weeks ago…

What’s Prayer anyways? 

I thought about a conversation I had with a friend a while ago. She said she was deeply sad because she missed her late father.  – I totally understand how you feel, I will keep you in my prayers, I said … Oh no, no, no! I do not need prayer at all, I am…