I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Yea, on the glancing wing of eager birds, the softly pattering feet of furred and gentle beasts. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord: Not borne on the morning's wings of majesty, but I have set My feet amidst the delicate and bladed wheat. I come in the little things, Saith the Lord.
-Evelyn Underhill

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Grace


The winds of grace blow all the time.  

All we need to do is set our sails.
--SRI RAMAKRISHNA PARAMAHAMSA