In the Midst…

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Why wait until tomorrow…

to live the rising in the dying?

And how can we live the rising in the dying of (you fill in the blank: chronic illness, terminal illness, failed marriage, financial ruin, addictions, depression, the toxic stuff of life)?

By offering praise and thanksgiving…

IN THE MIDST.

For we exist to be the praise of His glory…

and we live the rising in the dying with a heart-knowing of the Resurrection.

Why wait until tomorrow…

to live the rising in the dying?

“We were indeed buried with him through baptism into death, so that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might live in newness of life.  For if we have grown into union with him through a death like his, we shall also be united with him in the resurrection.Rom 6:4-5

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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

Radically…

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Are you a specimen Apostle?…

Contained underneath impenetrable glass? …

Your wings no longer able to stretch in your place of limitation? …

Your beauty encased like a museum piece? …

Conformed now to the mold of the world and other’s expectations?

Radically in His love you have been called…

Radically in His love you have been marked…

Radically in His love have you lived, shared, provided?

“The Christian who does not bear witness is sterile, without giving the life he has received from Jesus Christ”. Pope Francis 5/6/14

Robed but Invisible…

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Cloaked in your extravagant love…Robed in your magnificent mercy…

Child of God Royalty that I am in You…

Invisible to the common eye…stitched with threads eternal this Easter attire…

May I go forth this day…with thoughts, words, and deeds as acts of love

flowing forth from Your heart – my heart beating as One…

giving witness of You to all who cross my path.

“At dawn let me hear of your kindness, for in you I trust.  Show me the path I should walk, for to you I entrust my life.” Ps 143: 8

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

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.

Into the Glory of the Day…

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Be lifted into the glory of the day…

Into the whoosh of wonder…into the no such thing as normal.

Moments charged with eternity…

Held within the ticking of the clock…burst forth heaven into the here and now.

“We need to rediscover a contemplative spirit, so that the love of God may warm our hearts.” Pope Francis Twitter 4/8/14

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.