Oh wait, I haven’t been running since I turned 41. That look back makes this like child’s play – a few days in a year is nothing to twenty. And yet, like yesterday or twenty years ago I am again heckled to hate myself and plan my diet-cure by December 31. Continue reading Finding Normal
“But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who were born, not of blood or of the will of the flesh or of the will of man, but of God.”John 1:12-13
The following invitation showed up on Saturday the 27th, the second day of the twelve days of Christmas (a season I am learning as Christmastide). It showed up in church the following day, underscored by scripture and by our Priest’s message to “be a child of God”.
I struggle in the practice of child-like faith and joy of not worrying like an adult. But, I am being watchful and I’m making small gestures of love towards this little girl of me. I hope these words may draw, invite and give you permission too to be for a moment or more, a Beloved.
Run to your playground where you are a child among other children eager to run, and play, discover and learn. Yes, in these last days of your year be a child as Christ arrived in innocence, dependence and inheritance. Allow your body, your home, your relationships and husband to be symbolic mangers for your weariness. Believe in all’s ability and motive in support, care and love of you.
You did not intend to come to these words – they are Mine and mind out of a year of reading, praying and in this room of listening for Me. Strike away the planks that lay across your moat of separation between ego to soul. Enter into these commands and retreat to sanctuary and rest of mind.
Imagine the care of Mary in this first week of Jesus’ life. These stories are preserved for people like you who crave models and beginning points for leading on and forward in whatever year of the Lord they live. Remember, all years are God’s now.
What does this look like, practically?
Cooking lunch easily – with flow. You once pretended to cook in cardboard kitchens; enter again this sense of play.
If you see a cluttered space that interrupts your ability to relax and enjoy your environment, take clean-up in small bites; here, there, a little now, a little later. Eventually you will see cleared rooms and be happier in the process as well as the result.
And be watchful. For the places you are invited to go by others instead of by your own ego or habits. Be tickled, entertained by the dramas you decline!
This week is a gift only you can give and only you can receive. Be intentional; gentle in your purchase and claim. When indecisive, distracted, or feel disinterest vying for your darker side ask yourself, “How would I care for a child?” “What would I be willing to do for a child who is staying with us this week?” “What good foods would I prepare for her, how would I mother her, what would I whisper into her ear as she drifts off in sleep?”
Breathe this in. Let it settle a bit then go on into your day, then settle onto your pillow at day’s end. You know how to do this. And you are not doing this alone. Legions who care grander than you can imagine are invested as volunteers in love with you. Imagine that.
Just a little scene
for our time of waiting.
There is no miracle so wonderful as the miracle of a soul being kept by My Power. Forces of evil batter and storm, but are powerless. Tempests rage unavailing. It is like a cool garden with sweet flowers and bees and butterflies and trees and playing fountains set in the midst of a mighty roaring city. Try to see your lives as that. – God Calling, December 14