“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.
Hillscapes. Sun. Tea. Books. Birdsongs. And a new location – on the other side of the hill. Quiet. It takes a little time to unwind. I forget that when planning a trip. And sometimes it takes changing our minds and changing our location as we did last night. It was a good move.
Now the breezes come and go, the small manmade waterfall offers her calming rhythm, the hawks glide overhead on rising currents of warming air, and I think about … how much does the soul weigh? Continue reading The Hill Country #2 : Bucking the System
“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
We are going to Camp Creek (near Bryan/College Station) today to visit friends. From there we will be heading to Saint Jo as a sister-in-law’s sweet father, Vernie, passed away rather unexpectedly yesterday. We don’t know the details of the services yet but will leave from Camp Creek when we do. It may be Wed or Thursday by the time we get back. Continue reading Near-Perfect: thinking of Vernie