Horizons - How is it that two people who know each other well can look at the same thing and have completely different experiences of it? Having good intentions to come to an agreement simply isn't enough.
I have spent many moments in the past week thanking God for the gift of a fellow retreatant who left me note last week when she noticed my absence. Why did that observation touch me so deeply? Because it said to me that my presence mattered to her.
Horizons: Every winter yields to spring. It happens in due time, slower in some places than in others, but always and everywhere eventually. This is the promise of the spring; this is the promise of the empty tomb. This is the puzzlement, but this is also the joy.
Horizons - What speaks out of the darkness, the voice that calls my name and instantly abates my fear — this is not death. This is no foe; this is Father.