Gatherings.

Sometimes Real Jesus leaves little gifts along the path.

A feather.

An acorn.

An anole.

A line of Scripture.

A sentence from a book.

A whisper.

A photograph.

The small sparks that linger long enough to become delight.

I gather them here because they have become part of learning to live in communion again.

Some remain small, while others open into longer reflections or lead into the Journal. When there is more to follow, the title will carry you there.