if i could I would break into flower
if i could i would no longer be barren Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23: Prayer: Lord, may the words of my lips and the meditations of all our hearts bear the fruit of your kingdom, be it a hundred, sixty or thirty-fold. Amen . Shall we have a story? I know I’m dying. Well, I’m getting older, at least. My feet are more coarse, yet these dirt paths give me more trouble… My sisters and brothers, though, they support me. And I think I’m okay with dying. Well, who can ever say they are okay with their own death? Still, though, sometimes a peace settles over me. And in those moments, I at least feel okay with the idea that I will die. And in those moments of peace that surpass my understanding or need, I think back over my life… And, it is funny what comes to you; what memories are clear and vivid and what memories just fall away. I remember that day on the beach. I was much younger then, full of getup and ambition; a new tax-collector. My sister dragged me there. There was...