It was only at her prayers that she felt able to think calmly and clearly either of Prince Andrey or Anatole with a sense that her feelings for them were as nothing compared with her feel of worship and awe of God.

I had a dream about you. The leaves changed from yellow to red but the stoplights did not. This made me continually cautious and you kept honking at me. I thought you were the rudest goose ever so I ran you over. Then the light turned red.

when were done Ill be where the night never stopscradling a bruise thats shaped like youwondering why sleep never came to mewondering how I still dreamed

...And in prayer this real I struggles to speak for once from his being and to address for once not the other actors but--what shall I call Him the Author for He invented us all The Producer for He controls all Or the Audience for He watches and will judge the performance The attempt is not to escape from space and time and from my creaturely situation as a subject facing objects. It is more modest to re-awaken the awareness of that situation. If that can be done there is no need to go anywhere else. This situation itself is at every moment a possible theophany. Here is the holy ground the Bush is burning now.

He had forgotten how to soar upon the wings of his soul...

Its good to dream. We cant out-give God. We cant out-love him and we cant out-dream him.

All stories are in some form prayers.

I had a dream about you. I was selling dreams and you were selling sleep. We decided to partner up until I used some of your product and went for a sleepwalk and fell off a cliff.

I still find my corrupt heart longing for tomorrows bread. I can make a good argument to the Lord about how effective I can be if He would supply me with enough advance funds. Its a little frightening to pray for TODAYs bread. That means I must pray again for tomorrow and believe again for tomorrow. My greedy heart is willing to be corrupted by a little bit of riches so that I see my warehouse full of loaves. I can make a good argument about how God wont have to be bothered with me every day if He would only advance me about ten years worth of bread.

I would have written you myself if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.But you built me dreams instead Celia says looking up at him. And I built you tents you hardly ever see. I have had so much of you around me always and I have been unable to give you anything in return that you can keep.