I’m going to Florence in January, flying out the afternoon of the 10th after church, returning home Saturday the 23rd. That way I’ll only miss one Sunday.
I cherish day after day living with solitude silence and simplicity; I cherish day after day ‘walking around with God’. I usually don’t tell people that that’s what I’m doing, but I notice that I’m beginning to blurt it out more and more. If they don’t get it or think it strange, they don’t say anything. But I’m thinking that most people do understand. They may not frame it in Christian or religious terms, but they do have a longing for something ineffable, something way beyond human understanding, something deep in their soul where there is peace.
Many would love a week or two alone in Florence with God.
I cherish day after day living with solitude silence and simplicity; I cherish day after day ‘walking around with God’. I usually don’t tell people that that’s what I’m doing, but I notice that I’m beginning to blurt it out more and more. If they don’t get it or think it strange, they don’t say anything. But I’m thinking that most people do understand. They may not frame it in Christian or religious terms, but they do have a longing for something ineffable, something way beyond human understanding, something deep in their soul where there is peace.
Many would love a week or two alone in Florence with God.
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