Falling Face First…


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.


A Blessing in our Life…

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image via from the heart of j

“The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.” Ben Hur Lampman

Dear God, Thank you for the gift of our dog. She was part of the family. Her loyalty and faithfulness, her obedience and her affection for us all reminded us that all good gifts come from You. She was a blessing in our life. Although today we said good-bye, she will remain with us in our hearts.

+ Paisley 4/9/14

House of Prayer…

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Practice prayer from the beginning.  Paint your house with the colors of modesty and humility.  Make it radiant with the light of justice.  Decorate it with the finest gold leaf of good deeds.  Adorn it with the walls and stones of faith and generosity.  Crown it with the pinnacle of prayer.  In this way you will make it a perfect dwelling place for the Lord.  You will be able to receive Him as in a splendid palace, and through His grace you will already possess Him, His image enthroned in the temple of your spirit.

St. John Chrysostom

May your new week be blessed with a prayerful beginning.

Rough Around the Edges…

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In the roughness of nature, we see beauty…

the gathering of storm clouds, the rush of stormy seas, kudzu covering an abandoned barn.

With a soul’s pause, we see beyond the ordinary.

In the “rough around the edges” of our spirits… there too is beauty…

And with a souls’ pause we see beyond the ordinary of self and others and are… captivated.

To see the beauty in the roughness is to see with God’s eyes.

To live beauty in the roughness is to live love.

To live love is to live + Jesus.

Live beauty… live love.

Live love… live + Jesus…

All in the roughness of the day.

May the roughness of your day…be an invitation to ponder beauty.


Sand Storm of Purification…


The desert…

The place of encounter…

Inner wrestling with Truth resplendent…

Stripped of the color of everyday…

The starkness…the silence…the heat…

The sand storm of purification in the rending of the heart…

Brings an oasis of grace…peace unshakeable…spirit renewed.

“Even now, says the Lord, return to me with your whole heart, with fasting, and weeping, and mourning; Rend your hearts, not your garments, and return to the Lord, your God.” Joel 2:12-13

Blessings on your Lent. May your journey in the desert bring you ever deeper into the Heart of Jesus.

Companions of Your Pilgrimage…


In loving your neighbor and caring for him…

You are on a journey.

Where are you traveling if not to the Lord God, to Him whom we should love with our whole heart, our whole soul, our whole mind?

We have not yet reached His presence…

But we have our neighbor at our side.

Support, then, this companion of your pilgrimage if you want to come into the presence of the one with whom you desire to remain forever.  + St. Augustine

An Epic Poem to be Savored….


Official permission to slow down one’s life…

is like being given an epic poem yet to be savored.

Give thanks for those things in life that sloooooow down one’s steps….

for truly the mind and the heart soon follow. (I promise)

“Consider it all joy, my brothers and sisters, when you encounter various trials, for you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. ” James 1:2-3.

Surprise Disciple…


“Being a disciple means being constantly ready to bring the love of Jesus to others, and this can happen unexpectedly and in any place: on the street, in a city square, during work, on a journey.” Pope Francis in Evangelii  Gaudium

Only a Little Pencil…


“I am only a little pencil in the hand of our Lord.  He may cut or sharpen the pencil.  He may write or draw whatever and whenever He wants.  If the writing or drawing is good, we do not honor the pencil or the material that is used, but rather the one who used it. “

+ Mother Teresa of Calcutta