In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others. ― Brennan Manning
My heart, it looks to shores of living green To rolling hills and shadowed glens and sunny vales To ancient paths wherein the angels have trod To mighty seas, to winding rivers deep and broad My heart, it looks to plains of dancing grass To hoary mounts and rugged roads and cloudy skies To ancient … Continue reading Beyond the Havens Gray
And my life has never been the same.