I’ve started praying again. My prayers are not the desperate cries or badgering beggings of the past. They are ordinary. Quiet. I sit. I wait. I get up and live my life, and then I sit. I wait.The Little Wild Life is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.
I Have a Confession to Make
I Have a Confession to Make
I Have a Confession to Make
I’ve started praying again. My prayers are not the desperate cries or badgering beggings of the past. They are ordinary. Quiet. I sit. I wait. I get up and live my life, and then I sit. I wait.The Little Wild Life is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.