Whack-A-Mole…

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Doing good…doing fine…

oops it’s whack-a-mole time.

Illness, relationships, the stuff of life…

We all live our own particular strife.

Doing good…doing fine…

oops, it’s whack-a-mole time.

The mallet comes, we fall to the ground…

but by His strength we soon abound.

Doing good…doing fine…

oops it’s whack- a- mole time.

We can choose to focus on the whacking of the mole…

Or the grace of purification that makes us whole.

Doing good…doing fine…

oops it’s whack-a-mole time.

When “splat with stuff” offer a sacrifice of praise…

a grateful heart that fills the day.

Doing good…doing fine…

Is it whack-a-mole time?

No, doing good…doing fine…

it’s Resurrection time.

(Dedicated to all who struggle with chronic illness)

“In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. ” 1 Thes 5:18

The Now of the Day…

Why dumpster dive in the past…

when you can wade in the streams of living water today?

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Why slow down the journey with suitcases of unnecessary…

when the Master has offered to carry your bags?

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image via from the heart of j

 

Today, the present, the now… is the gift to live.

Enjoy the now of the day and relish the treasures within.

Reading the Compass…

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“To hear ourselves talk about God, we might think that God is some kind of satellite navigational aid on life’s dashboard.

We think that if we listen hard enough we will hear the divine signals coming through keep right, take the next exit, take a left in half a mile. But it isn’t so easy!

We have to make every choice ourselves, but not alone.

The wisdom we have is not in some add-on gadget, but within us.

God’s guidance is not a GPS-device, but perhaps a compass.

God never promised an easy ride, with all decisions made for us by some divine website in the sky.

But God promises to travel with us, every mile of the way, helping us pay attention to the terrain, to notice the signs – to read the compass. ” Margaret Siff

Razor of Mercy…

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The current of life draws one to the threshold of death…

and there the razor of His mercy cuts into the core of who we are…

and then even deeper…

shaving away the bulk of the camel that seeks to pass through the eye of the needle.

Blessed the soul that steps from the threshold into the bowels of death in this life…

for one must die with Christ in order to be risen with Him.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for his is good, for his mercy endures forever. Let the house of Israel say, “His mercy endures forever.” Let those who fear the Lord say, “His mercy endures forever.”  Ps 118:1-2

Clinging…

 

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If I were to cling to you Jesus…holding on to you as if you were slipping away.

How then could your arms reach down to embrace me in the all that I am …and in the all that I am called to be?

Why cling to You who never leaves me?

“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus, our Lord. “Rom 8:38-39

Resurrection Joy!…

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“Yesterday I was crucified with Christ; today I am glorified with Him.  Yesterday I died with Him; today I am alive with Him.  Yesterday I was put in the tomb with Him; today I am raised up with Him.” St. Gregory the Great

Happy Easter. May the Joy and Peace of His Resurrection fill your hearts and those of all you love and carry with you. May everything that has breath give praise, From the Heart of J

Cocooned in the Fog…

 

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Cocooned in pain and heaviness and fatigue…

Chaos in the muscles and coldness under skin.

Spun into the being while the doing of the day continues on undone.

Never a welcome guest fibromyalgia storms in unexpected…

Taking captive…the flare…the fog.

All becomes a prayer.

May the challenge of this day be lived centered in Christ for all those who have lost hope in His love and His mercy.

“At once Jesus spoke to them, “Take courage, it is I, do not be afraid.” Peter said to him in reply, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus.  But when he saw how strong the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” Matt 14:27-31

Falling Face First…

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Fall into God. Face first.

Surrender the lofty mountain of self…strewn with idols ever demanding.

To Him who is the way.

Fall into God. Face first.

Surrender all the roughness of life…sharp with pain, disappointment, despair.

To Him who is the way.

Fall into God. Face first.

And arise weightless…through Him, with Him, in Him.