limited moment

words are such an inadequate medium to express deep emotions

especially from this blunt and broken pen

but alas

it's what I am limited to at this moment

still moment

there is a stillness

in the wet earth

of me

this day

like a forest

in mid winter

be moment

God breathes life into our dry and barren places

calling us forth

to live in freedom

and be

all that we were created to be

direction moment

there

is

a

more

excellent

way

silence moment

silence

the first sign of God's intimacy

gift moment

give people the gift of their dignity

rising moment

in the tumbling of mountains

there is a rising whisper

causing the earth to tremble

Holy Holy Holy is the Lord

love moment

to love someone

is to give them permission in advance

to treat you as they will

disabled moment

Of all the things, I remember his feet the most. They showed all the signs of never being used. Gordy had been unable to walk for ten years by the time I met him ......I’ve met very few people who don’t admit to some insecurity about their feet. Foot washings, commemorating Christ’s work at the Last Supper are enough to keep many of us from church. But Gordy was silent. He knew I would see everything but he said nothing. It was as I was putting on his socks one day that I realized Gordy was the holy one in all our efforts. He was serving me and in some very practical ways sacrificing the privacy of his body to do it. I was so disabled inside, afraid to let people see my faults and struggles, because my disabilities could be hidden. Gordy’s outward disability became in a very real sense my inward cure. His willingness to let another see his weakness revealed an inspiring inner strength.
Gary Thomas

revealing moment

towels and dishes and sandals

all the ordinary things of our lives

reveal more quickly than anything

what we are made of

tsunami moment

weeping inwardly

my heart swells with salty water

when still

when quiet

it will surface

like an ocean wave

reaching for any shore

first a ripple

but then

if unchecked

a tsunami

of pain

of grief

of loss

a deep wrenching breaking

a coming undone

dismantling

deconstructing

heavy chains painfully crank open doors

and the waters rise

from above

from below

from within

adrift in its wild turbulence

I reach for the rock

only when gripping tight

when gripped tight

do the words come

peace

be still

powerless moments

Hidden in those who are powerless is a mysterious power:

they attract and awaken the heart.

Their thirst for friendship, love and communion leaves no one indifferent:

either you harden your heart to their cry and reject them,

or you open your heart

and enter into a relationship built on trust,

simple, tender gestures

and few words.

Jean Vanier