PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

I have come to see with frightening clarity how brief this life is. My life is no more than a breath. Yet when I speak these words Psalm 42 rises up in me. As the deer longs for running streams so my soul longs for you my God. My days pass like mist yet something in me thirsts with a hunger that will not die. My soul thirsts for God the God of my life. Even in this brevity something eternal stirs. God’s hand has been heavy upon me. It breaks open the hardness of my heart. It