Monday, November 11, 2019

Our deepest need


Jesus said to his disciples, 'Occasions for stumbling are bound to come, but woe to anyone by whom they come! It would be better for you if a millstone were hung around your neck and you were thrown into the sea than for you to cause one of these little ones to stumble. (Luke 17:1-2)

Harsh as these words sound, listen closely and you will hear the voice of love speaking to the deep needs of our hearts to be together in a communion of blessing.

We are not made for ourselves but for each other. Independence, self-reliance, is a myth we engage when we feel the need to pretend we are or should be stronger than we can be.

But truth is written deep within and cries aloud from our first moments as we cry to be fed, to be held, to be comforted and warmed in arms that cradle our hearts as securely as our bodies. Failing this, we do not live and never thrive.

Our needs change through the years; nevertheless our lives are communal from start to our final breath. I need you, and you need me … and we each need to hold each other up lest we stumble and forget we are precious children of a Great Love.

Jesus draws us into a community, centered round the Love he is, where we each receive and share the warmth of grace which our hearts have craved since the moment of our birth.

Gathered around the warm sun of his heart, we welcome each other with open arms, honest joy and words of care.  We do not stumble but walk together in that communion of blessing, the crying need of every heart.

Pr. David L. Miller




Monday, November 04, 2019

The circle of your care



‘When you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, and the blind. And you will be blessed, because they cannot repay you, for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.’ (Luke 12:13-14)

May your soul be large, spacious, with a place for every life you meet. Blessing lies hidden behind the eyes of every single soul you encounter. So welcome each one into the circle of your heart.

Isn’t this what you tell us, Jesus?

You invited the poor into your soul, the sick and broken, the fearful and those made lame, injured in heart and limb by the inevitable bruises that come to every life.

This is how you lived. Your soul was large, immense. There was and still is room for each of us. You welcomed the souls of those you met that each might commune with the wonder of your heart and mind.

You drew human hearts into the circle of your presence that they might shine in the warmth of divine love embracing them whole, no matter that they be poor, lame or broken by life.  

Enlarge the circle, this was your mission … and the charge you give to us. Make it bigger. Release the love in you. Let it flow and embrace the world. Look upon everything you see and everyone you meet and know it is there for you to love.

Sit in the circle of Jesus’ blessed presence until warmth stirs within and overflows the cup of your soul.

Your heart will grow large, spacious and free, and you will know … the Love he is.

Pr. David L. Miller


Monday, October 28, 2019

I choose you


Now during those days he went out to the mountain to pray; and he spent the night in prayer to God. And when day came, he called his disciples and chose twelve of them …. (Luke 6:12-13)

Slow down, you say, Jesus. Be still. Spend this time doing nothing but being here … with me. Breathe and know I am here with you.

You need this today. Your mind, anxious about many things, jumps here and there, finding nowhere to lay your heart and rest.

I offer you this gift. Sit on the mountainside with me in the darkness that is not dark at all, for I am here and wherever I am there is the light of a Presence that will fill you with the assurance that all is well and will be well.

But you will never know this, never feel it filling your soul unless you spend time with me sharing the darkness within you, the anxious thoughts that feed your insecurity and erode your peace.

So come and share this time. Do not rush off to whatever comes next. There is nothing you need more than to be here, releasing whatever burdens you bear as you sit beside me. For I come here to pray and know the Presence of the One who can never be named, except as the Love Who Is.

From this Love, I say what I say, do what I do and choose what I choose. And I choose you.

Do you not know this? If not, be here with me a little while longer. Sit in the silence with me. Name your darkness, your sin, your fear, your need, your hope … and listen.

Listen to the silence where I speak to your heart. You will hear my voice.

I choose you … and always will.

Pr. David L. Miller

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

The moment of enfolding


‘Be dressed for action and have your lamps lit; be like those who are waiting for their master to return from the wedding banquet, so that they may open the door for him as soon as he comes and knocks’  (Luke 12:35-36)

Joy is opening a door to that face you most want to see, the face whose smile is your smile, whose arms eagerly await the moment of enfolding you in an embrace that tells you everything your heart needs to know.

The One who is Love comes; every morning he comes and every evening he keeps silent watch over you, the beloved, whom he longs to wake to another day that you might know what is in his heart … for you.

Open the door. Open your heart. Open the protected portal of your being where you bury your wounds and hide in fear.

Pour out every need. Name every last way you have failed to live for others and betrayed your own soul because you were selfish or afraid. Release every self-judgement and the damning ways others named you that still sting.

The only one who knows you well enough to name you is this One, this blessed face who waits for you to open your deepest heart to the Love he is.

So open the door. Joy awaits you. The One who knows and loves you through and through is there, always, eager for the moment of enfolding.

He stands at the door, knocking, his great divine heart in his throat, wanting to love you with the love you have always wanted.

Open the door, a smile of holy welcome awaits you.

Pr. David L. Miller


Monday, October 21, 2019

This is life



And [Jesus] said to them, ‘Take care! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.’ (Luke 12:15)

In the silence of my basement room, still I see the red-golden leaves, tinged brown on every edge, of the little tree on the southwest corner of the lot—and am moved.

Life is seeing, really seeing this tree in this one moment of eternity—its beauty unlike any tree that ever was or ever will be—on this October day when wind and rain threaten to rip away leaves it is not quite ready to surrender.

Hold on, little tree. Let me savor you just a little longer. True, you will be beautiful when the snows come to adorn your branches. But, for now, you witness to the Love who speaks to me in odd moments when, for reasons unknown, my soul opens to what is right in front of me.

And I know, yes, I know it is you. It is you whose smile shines from my little tree, you who are Creator of my beating heart that in more recent years has learned to love beyond what I had thought possible.

And today, I love you more … for this little tree, branches dancing in gusty-gray winds as it hangs onto the beauty it is, little knowing another beauty will surely come.

But I do. I know. The Love you most assuredly are, Holy One, will seek and delight my heart far beyond this October day, touching me on colder mornings until, ah, the wonder of another Spring I hope to see.

This, knowing you this way, dearest Friend, is life.

My joyful tears praise you in every season, knowing that little tree is my life.

Pr. David L. Miller

Thursday, October 17, 2019

The place of knowing


Thursday, October 17, 2019

“Woe to you lawyers! For you have taken away the key of knowledge; you did not enter yourselves, and you hindered those who were entering." (Luke 11:52) 

Grant, Holy One, that I should know you and share what little I am able to understand, which is very little indeed.

But this much I know: The soul’s knowledge of you is not a pedestal from which to look down upon others, imagining one is more advanced in some way.

That is the great sin of the proudly “religious,” anxiously imagining they are “right” or somehow better than those they critique.  

There is no such advancement in me. I remain forever a beginner in this life, so often falling back on myself, failing to live and love what you have been so willing to share with me of your own divine heart.

This is why I so desperately return to this, my holy space, where you seem so pleased to meet me, and I am so blessed to know that I am always welcome, I … such as I am.

So I return and ask: Tell me again. Speak to my heart once more. Give me that knowledge that is you, and I will struggle (it’s the best I can do) to share what this heart knows, if only I can find words and ways to express the mystery that inexplicably lives in my heart.

The ways and words of others who love you have been the door though which I entered the wonder of your loving presence.

May I, too, in this time of my life, be a door through which others may enter the place of knowing.

Pr. David L. Miller

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

To know and flow


Tuesday, October 15, 2019

“So give for alms those things that are within; and see, everything will be clean for you."    (Luke 11:41)

To know and flow

How many gifts remain ungiven because we hesitate? How many gracious words of blessing and thanks remain unspoken, hidden in our hearts because we did not take that next step to act or speak what our hearts knew and felt within?

The Spirit moves the heart, urging us beyond ourselves to turn holy intentions into gracious realities that we might move with the Spirit.

Our joy and purpose is to know and flow with the current of God’s love. The Love who is God’s Spirit within us awakens desires to bless and give, to care and encourage, to make our corner of the world more gracious, humane and beautiful.

The Spirit gives birth to such blessed newness in our hearts, eager for us to give what we have been given, to speak the blessing and joy that others need, to share the gifts that will relieve a burden and lift a heart.

Do not wait. Do not tell yourself that there will be time later. Do not let the pace of life drown out the Spirit’s voice, distracting you from the holy purpose and impulses the Spirit stirs in your heart.

Those stirrings are a gift, a reminder that the Holy One loves you and loves for you to be an expression of divine warmth in a world where so many feel the cold ache of loneliness.

The time is now. Today is the day of salvation. The Spirit stirs your heart. The Holy One waits with eager expectation for your response … that the Love beyond all naming may be known … through you.

Pr. David L. Miller



Sunday, October 06, 2019

Is it any wonder?


 At that same hour Jesus rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and said, ‘I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants; yes, Father, for such was your gracious will. All things have been handed over to me by my Father; and no one knows who the Son is except the Father, or who the Father is except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.’ (Luke 10:21-22)

Is it any wonder?

There are stories where the face of the man peeks through, and you catch hints of who Jesus really was, what made him happy, sad or angry. You see his human face, quite apart from the labels and doctrines attached to him through the centuries.

One story is when his friends return from their mission. He’d sent them to villages on the way ahead of him to teach and touch, bless and heal, to reveal the kind of kingdom Earth had never seen, a kingdom where God, in great mercy, ruled … everything.

They gather around him and share the extraordinary joy of freeing human bodies and hearts from oppressions that bound them. They had witnessed the startled wonder in the eyes of those who never imagined they would taste the joy of feeling truly alive and human again.

Jesus hears all this … and smiles. The Spirit within him swells and soars until it bursts his soul in ecstatic prayer. He smiles with delight at the joy of his friends.  

The moment is fixed in my mind. I want to hold this image before me every moment of every day that I breathe the sweet air of Earth … and bask in the exquisite joy I see, until it fills me.  

For in his smile I, too, know the Father, the Incomprehensible Mystery, whose love heals the broken and turns hopelessness and sorrow upside down.

Seeing that smile, is it any wonder that we love him?

Pr. David L. Miller

Friday, October 04, 2019

The peace of knowing


The seventy returned with joy, saying, ‘Lord, in your name even the demons submit to us!’ He said to them, ‘I watched Satan fall from heaven like a flash of lightning. See, I have given you authority to tread on snakes and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy; and nothing will hurt you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice at this, that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.’ (Luke 10:17-20)

The peace of knowing

It is better to know you are known by God, cherished in the divine heart, than to have power, even power over evil.

Freedom and peace flow through the soul when we know our lives—my little life, with all its uncertainties, false steps, conflicted motives, confusion and anxiety—are written on the heart of God.

To know you are known by the One who is Love evaporates every fear of what the future holds.

This knowledge is of the heart, not the mind. It is the experience of being loved, as one is, without merit, by a transcendent Presence who fills you for the sheer joy of doing so, and then takes joy in your joy.

The delight of God is to fill us with the Love God is, again and again, so that we know all will be well and in all manner of circumstances.

A single moment of such awareness frees the heart from its burdens and fills us with peace. Our burdens do not go away, but suddenly they are all manageable because we are filled with the Love who will see us through, the Love who knows us and knows our need.

The power that frees, the power that strikes down the demons that wound our bodies, harrow our hearts and furrow our brows is the Love of the One who is Love.

This One, the Incomprehensible Mystery, knows … you.

Let this awareness fill you. Speak the words, your mantra, “I am known, I am known,” until God’s joy fills you with the peace …of knowing.

Pr. David L. Miller



Thursday, September 26, 2019

Always


How lovely is your dwelling place,
   O Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, indeed it faints
   for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh sing for joy
   to the living God.  
(Psalm 84:1-2)

Always

Rust-edged leaves high across the way tell the season, fanning expectation for the explosion of wonder that is autumn, when dying things ignite the full glory of their inner beauty.  

How is it that intimations of mortality excite the hope that we, too, might color the world with wonder as they?

Can it be that this is the time of greatest glory, when in the near fullness of a life, you light the Love you are within this life that has always, always wanted You?

You are never far, You who are the inner light of the Love I crave and crave to be, the Love for which every molecule of my being cries out in moments when, senses dimmed by human weakness, I cannot find you near, though you always are. Always. 

Then comes the morning; light eastward springs and rusting leaves awaken the heart to your dwelling place within this heart and throughout the wonder that it is this beautiful blue pearl, this earth, this little island of life and color spinning in the infinite darkness.

And I know … I dwell in the beauty of the Lord, the beauty soon to explode in a riot of autumnal glory, the beauty who is this Love dwelling mysteriously in the soul of this one life that is mine, the beauty who would light each of us from within that we might be as faithful as the oak leaves across way. The beauty you are. Always. 

Open my heart to see that I may never lose the joy of your presence.

Pr. David L. Miller

Monday, September 16, 2019

Found, again


‘Or what woman having ten silver coins, if she loses one of them, does not light a lamp, sweep the house, and search carefully until she finds it? When she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, “Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost. (Luke 15:8-9)

Found, again

Sometimes I thank you for the damnedest things. And mean it.

Today, I thank you, O Lord, for all the things in my life that have made me a moody soul. I thank thee for all the people who have hurt me and forced me to feel my heart deeply. Thank you for the struggles and disappointments that sometimes make me sad and depressed.

Thank you for all of it. If I didn’t feel these things as I do, I would have sought you with less energy and resolve. I would have been content with average, with good enough. I would not have plumbed the depths of my soul to feel my need, and I would have missed the ecstasy and elation of knowing you, the Love who finds me in spite of myself.

You are Seeking Love, I proclaim again and again, always believing it is true, always aching to be found.

Then there is today, this very day when, amid the quagmire of emotion, you find me once more, and I thank you for who I am, for what this life has made of me, for all it—the good, the bad and the painful, for successes and failures, for rejections as well as the appreciation that have greeted me on the journey.

You find me in my darkness and tell me, again, that it is for a holy purpose, for the sharing of a very great love that you have made me as I am—weak, vulnerable, needy, attuning my senses to every expression of the Love you are, the Love who finds me, again and again. 

Thank you for being who you are … that I may be who I am. Yours.

Pr. David L. Miller




Monday, September 09, 2019

Made for joy


So he told them this parable: ‘Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, “Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.” (Luke 15:4-6)

Made for joy

The joy of children reveals the heart of God and the heart our Lord wills for us.

The Holy One seeks our heart in a million ways through graces and beauties, blessings and smiles, each glowing with the heart of Eternity, eager for us to know that Love prevails and always will, in every circumstance, even those most difficult.

Like children whose hearts are free because they know caring eyes and arms are always there for them, we, too, are intended to know. Knowing, we live.

Life … is to know the hungry heart of the Great Love who hunts for us, seeking to find and fill every lost corner of our lives until we are home, fully and forever, rejoicing, sharing God’s own joy at having his lost ones safe in the divine arms.

So look and see. Open your heart to everything this day brings. Every grace and smile, however small and seemingly insignificant, is a sacrament of the Love who aches for your nearness.

Every beauty and each drop of renewing rain from gray morning skies is intended for your awakening.  

Hold out your hand. Feel the dew of heaven that greens earth’s old crust. The Loving Mystery seeks you in all that is life, eager to carry you home that our joy may be complete.

Pr. David L. Miller





Monday, August 26, 2019

That smile


I love the Lord, because he has heard
  my voice and my supplications. 
Because he inclined his ear to me,
therefore I will call on him as long as I live. (Psalm 116:1-2)

That smile

I call to you today, O Lord, for I know that you hear me. Even more, I know that you cherish this life and that nothing in me is to be held back. You want to hear it all as if you didn’t already know the inner voice of my soul even before I utter a word.

Speak each thought and word, you say, each emotion, frustration and joy, inviting me to come close to you with that smile that tells of your love.

And for reasons I will never understand, seeing, feeling your divine smile evaporates whatever weighs heavily on my heart. Tangled knots of emotion release their grip. The heart, suddenly free, floats … lighter, higher, joined as one in that smile of Love you are.

It is a great mystery to me how this happens, as are you.

But in that moment … in this very moment … I know I am heard. I know I am welcome. I know I am cherished. I know that my existence and well-being is important even in this world that grows more impersonal every year.

I know as the heart knows, so I call on you. For you are the Love who hears me.

Pr. David L. Miller







Monday, August 12, 2019

Every. Single. Time.


Jesus said "Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life(John 12:24-25)

Every. Single. Time.

I stand at the brink of a new time, a new chapter in which I may more fully (and finally!) become myself, that soul the Loving Mystery within aches for me to become.

There is excitement, anticipation of finding the great joy for which the soul most longs. But every new beginning starts with an ending, and endings are about letting go, something I have never done well.

There have been too many letting go moments, although no more than in any other life, I suppose. Those moments come to mind now, especially the painful ones—places I didn’t want to leave … ever, people with whom I spent precious times of joy and immense pain, moments that blessed me beyond every expectation … and still do.

I savor them in the graced halls of memory, wishing I could transport myself back in time to those people and places to laugh with them again and give proper thanks, holding them in the arms of the love the years have only burnished.

Bittersweet melancholy, however, does not obscure this undeniable hope for that great More the longing soul can never receive, except by opening hands and heart to what the loving Lord of our lives has yet in store.

Whatever comes, I know: It will be laced with the Great Love that has sought and found me on the journey despite my failures of faith and courage. That’s the way this Love is, this Wonder who holds us and always will.

Our lives are like this. We let go, however unwillingly. We turn the page to the next chapter, not knowing what that is. We experience thousands of little deaths, before our final one. And each time, every single time, Love has an answer, and that answer is the Love who fills us again and again with the life that is eternal, now.

Pr. David L. Miller





Thursday, August 01, 2019

It's you


‘The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which someone found and hid; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. ‘Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls; on finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it. (Matthew 13:44-46)

It’s you

You are a pearl of inestimable value, priceless. Never doubt that. Never denigrate yourself. And never allow anyone to make you feel small. It’s a lie.

For you bear a mystery. Christ, the Infinite Love fully enfleshed in Jesus of Nazareth, lives in you. This is your truest identity, a treasure hidden in the depth of your soul, of every soul.

We can deny it, ignore it, bury it … or allow it to be buried … beneath thousands of distractions that prevent us from listening to our hearts. But the pearl of great price is always there, a gift hidden in the depths of our humanity, awaiting discovery.

Our deep joys lead us to the place this treasure is found.

What fills you with energy? What awakens generosity of spirit? When do hope, faith and love fill you? When does your heart swell with joy and exhilaration? When does gratitude for life spill from your lips … and perhaps your eyes, too?

Such questions open the treasure of your soul, revealing who you are … who Christ is in you.

Infinite Love lives in you, a Love who wants you to know how loved you are, a Love who longs to live through your life, a Love who shines from your face and fills you with the joy of knowing ... the treasure you are.

Pr. David L. Miller











Monday, July 29, 2019

Smiles of knowing


 If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!’ (Luke 11:12-13)

Smiles of knowing

If we pray only for what we need or think we need … or to avoid something we fear, we miss the greatest gift.

The language of spirit sounds ethereal, unreal, something floating about or … woo-woo, especially in this age when only that which is material and measurable is considered real and worth examining.

You cannot nail spirit down. It is like the wind. It blows where it will, Jesus says, and you cannot control it.

But we surely know its presence. The presence of spirit is life and energy, vigor and confidence. The absence of spirit … to be dispirited … is a state of enervation, wasting, sadness. Verve and joy fade to gray.

But not today. Today, every day, the greatest gift is given.

The One who is Life and Love pours out Spirit that asking … we may receive ... and receiving … we may know Life and Love coursing through our hearts, as mysterious as it is immeasurable and unquantifiable, yet as real as the smile on our faces.


Smiles of knowing a Spirit most holy, from an ever-generous Source. Just ask.

Pr. David L. Miller




Monday, July 22, 2019

Just one


 Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, ‘Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me.’ But the Lord answered her, ‘Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. (Luke 10:40-42a)

Just one

I need just one thing today, you, Beloved One.

Morning dawns, and the world impinges on consciousness with no concern for my inability to sort and single out the tasks of the day. Each cries for attention at once, reducing me to immobility and a nagging sense of inadequacy.

The mind flails in one direction and then another trying to get a handle on the day to make it all feel controllable.

This is nonsense, of course. Life rushes ahead at its pace, not ours. We control very little, and the needs of the day quickly bury awareness of the one thing our monkey minds need that will allow us to breathe … and enter a place of peace.

So breathe … and know; there is One who looks at you and smiles. That smile is your peace. It gives you everything you need to take life one step, one moment, one task, one challenge, one conversation at a time.

The Love that shines in the holy smile of Christ speaks your name, not “Martha, Martha,” but my name, your name. “David, David, take a breath … and listen to the Love that whispers the truth.

“Do what I have placed on your heart. Just one thing. Then move on to the next, knowing everything that gets done … and what cannot be done … rests in the warm light of my smile, as do you. Always.

Pr. David L. Miller 


Thursday, July 11, 2019

New day


Neither is new wine put into old wineskins; otherwise, the skins burst, and the wine is spilled, and the skins are destroyed; but new wine is put into fresh wineskins, and so both are preserved.’ (Matthew 9:17)

New day

Make me new today, dear Friend. It is not an unusual request. Normal really.

I often need to be made new, to feel the fresh air of morning filled with the awareness of a Great Love that is everywhere … and everywhere eager to greet me to tell me who I am.

So make me new again. Pour the wine of your loving presence into my tired heart. Shatter the shell of old hurts and sadness that haunt me when weariness settles on my shoulders.

Let me drink deeply of the Love you are that I may know, again, that there is nothing to do, nothing more to prove, no need to be anything different or better than this old heart that needs you most of all.

I pray with no fear, no doubt or worry because I know you. You have given me that singular privilege.

With a smile, even now, you pour the inebriating wine of your presence and burst open a tattered, old identity I have carried around much too long. Must is a big word in that old self. Should occupies a large space, too.

But there are no musts and no shoulds with you. There is only this Love that comes and breaks apart the idea that our value, our worth, is determined by our accomplishments, by building an identity around what we have done, as opposed to what happens in us and what flows from us when we know … you.

We are what your love makes in us, awakens in us. We are what we feel and know when inebriated with the Love that is fresh and new as early morning air.

Pr. David L. Miller

Monday, July 08, 2019

Seasons


Then the disciples of John came to him, saying, ‘Why do we and the Pharisees fast often, but your disciples do not fast?’ And Jesus said to them, ‘The wedding-guests cannot mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them, can they? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast. (Matthew 9:14-15)

Seasons

There are moments and even whole days when I feel and know you near, Blessed One. And there are days of longing when I do not feel the one thing I most need: your presence.

I hunger to be alive to your holy presence, my heart enfolded in your love, every moment of every day.

But this is not the life we lead as human souls. Instead, there are seasons of nearness and seasons when I must learn again that there is nothing I can do to make happen the very thing I most want.

I must wait for the time when your constant love is revealed to my inmost heart, moments when your nearness overwhelms every other thought and feeling, releasing the quiet, exquisite joy of simply knowing … you.

You are present always, in everything … and even in me. This, I know. You married yourself to this earth, joining your divinity to our earthly existence, a glory present in all creation and in the mystery of our own souls.

This is why I come here, to write these few words of prayer to you, that I might speak your name in hope that the blessing I most want will fill and lift me into the joy of heaven even as I live this life.

For heaven is every place and every moment you fill me. It is here and now as I spend this time alone with you.

Thank you for this time and for the seasons of our lives, for intimate moments of knowing you near … and for the moments you seem far off, telling us again how much we need you.

David L. Miller