Thunder and Whisper – hearing God’s Voice

"You still have not answered!", I said reproachfully this morning. I was on the go with the Fritz-Dog. We had high tides, and in some places I had to climb a bit, in order to follow the path we had taken. I had put on my jogging shoes, not the waterproof boots, and could not…

A Vaccine against Violence

We walk over the sprawling beach. My husband and the youngest son are behind us and collecting shells. The eldest son and I are going far ahead. The Fritz-dog runs back and forth. To us forward and then back to the other two. He is a shepherd dog for two genetic reasons: Briard and Australian…

Eine Impfung gegen Gewalt

Wir wandern über den weitläufigen Strand. Mein Gatte und der jüngste Sohn sind hinter uns und sammeln Fundstücke. Der älteste Sohn und ich gehen weit voraus. Der Fritz-Hund läuft hin und her. Zu uns nach vorne und dann wieder nach hinten zu den anderen Beiden. Er ist ja aus zweierlei genetischen Gründen ein Hirtenhund: Briard…

God’s prompt answer

Nearby, there is a little stretch of a beach that has become my personal place of forgiveness. Of course, I can forgive at anyplace. But I like to go there, when I have to become physically active in the forgiveness work. And besides, the wind that blows through my head and soul there, is good…