I’ve been thinking alot about meditation lately. And noticing that I’ve been doing more thinking than meditating.
Yes, I have my quiet time – alone with God, and my books, my journals. My cat. And, thankfully I have my weekly twenty minutes with others of like mind. But somewhere along the way, I’ve fallen away from going to the truly quiet recesses with God, in silence, daily. Continue reading Stop thinking, talking, doing, writing and sit.
“When we genuinely believe that inner transformation is God’s work and not ours, we can put to rest our passion to set others straight.” – Celebration of Discipline by Richard J Foster.
Yep, it’s an inside job. And I can get there by prayer and meditation if I truly want to make a difference. In me. In my responses to the tragedies and sadnesses that are around us. And step into what God might want me to see, and do, and be in the name of Love.
I made a conscious decision to unplug and keep the focus on the inside journey of the soul while attending school at The Abbey in Pecos. But my writing continued in a plethora of notebooks and journals – recording the events of the day as well as how the Spirit (with a capital S) moved among and through us. I’ll be posting more of these as they unwind – falling to form the mosaic that I know God created in me, and all of us as one Body of Christ. Continue reading Minou the Masterful Cat
One evening, it was turning dark and a few of us noticed that the ever-present, shining beacons-in-the-night lights were not on. We teamed up and looked and looked for the magic button.
Looking. Looking. Continue reading The Light of Jesus
It’s official… I am my Mother’s daughter.
I opened my billfold* today to discover an ample supply of toothpicks. Flashback to Mom’s sweet, if not sometimes a bit mangled and torn, stash; always ready for that pesky bit.
I used to be a little disgusted by her hording, and you may be too by my sharing of this discovery in my purse. But I wonder: are you too finding reminders of your parent’s particular quirks sneaking into your own habits, speech, mannerisms?
Some things float from generation to generation; others – not so much. Today this glimpse of Mom was a fun reminder that I am my parent’s child. And today that’s a good thing.
*There is an ongoing discussion in this household as to who has the wallet and who carries the billfold. Just another example of across-the-creek (or is that “crick”) upbringing.
I hesitate to write about this being the second anniversary of being with my sister as she prepared to leave. I hesitate to stir the waters; what emotions might come to the surface could drown me again. But I can not resist sharing a few sweet memories of Trudy – one being a phrase my husband recently recalled as one of Trudy’s signature messages on our machine.
“I didn’t need a thing”, she’d say with her soft, lilting and smiling voice. It was one of her ways of just checking in; sending over a little kite of love.
I miss Sis. But then, who wouldn’t, and doesn’t? Only those folks who didn’t get to meet her at least once.
“Read the red words.”
I have a friend who says this and I love it. Four simple words to welcome me back to finding love in God’s Word, and I found it again this morning. Continue reading Faith with Works