Monday, January 30, 2012
a moment
was there a moment
known only to God
when all the stars held their breath
when the galaxies paused in their dance for a fraction of a second
and the Word
who had called it all into being
went with all his love into the womb of a young girl
and the universe started to breathe again
and the ancient harmonies resumed their song
and the angels clapped their hands for joy
known only to God
when all the stars held their breath
when the galaxies paused in their dance for a fraction of a second
and the Word
who had called it all into being
went with all his love into the womb of a young girl
and the universe started to breathe again
and the ancient harmonies resumed their song
and the angels clapped their hands for joy
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Liam moment
this wee boy was brought to me for prayer this morning -
not quite two, adopted from Vietnam -
Liam was born with a myriad of medical problems
causing his mom to abandon him at birth ..........
$20,000 later, Liam has been chosen by his new parents -
he faces years of reconstructive surgery
which will be terribly painful for him ........
yet, there is so much life
so much joy
in this little body -
he and I giggled together for 2 hours
unable to hold anything with his upside down hands
he nevertheless held my heart easily
unable to crawl or walk because of his dislocated hips
he nevertheless moved deep inside me
unable to hug because of his inside out shoulders
he nevertheless wrapped me in love
and I am changed
because of these Liam moments
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
whisper moment
it is a precious wonder to me
that in the midst of the storm of words
the lashing wind of the diagnosis
the ice pellets of the facts
I could hear
His holy whisper
do not be afraid
it is I
just as He walks on the waves
we are called to do so
and not be afraid
just be sure to wait for His
"come"
that in the midst of the storm of words
the lashing wind of the diagnosis
the ice pellets of the facts
I could hear
His holy whisper
do not be afraid
it is I
just as He walks on the waves
we are called to do so
and not be afraid
just be sure to wait for His
"come"
Saturday, January 14, 2012
gift moments
the warmth of a sun blanket
slipping through my window
slow bubbling of a making pot of soup
sweetness of yeast in rising bread
silent song of a burning wick
fluffy socks
slipping through my window
slow bubbling of a making pot of soup
sweetness of yeast in rising bread
silent song of a burning wick
fluffy socks
resolve moment
so, here I am
half way through the first month
of this new year
thinking about all that this year could hold
thinking about how to approach
all that each day will unfold
in the awareness
there will be the good
and the not so good
after all
that is the way life is
thinking about how the not so good
can only shape my days
if I allow it to do so
and suddenly
there was a not so good
until that moment
this day
this Saturday mid January
was filled with possibilities
that could be found in the midst of the Saturday chores
the moment
of the not so good
altered everything
leaving only chores
to be done heavily
because of an aching heart
so I sat by the window
coffee cup in hand
trying to find my way back to the possibilities
the sun is brilliant on this frigid day
diamonds are in the fresh snow
icy fingers of the trees flash back and forth
in their dance with the wind
a cardinal's red against the white
warm slippers
steam slowly curling upwards from my cup
the discovery of the gift of these moments
is my resolution for this year
to ensure the rhythm of my life
leaves room for me to see
gifts from God
in each moment
finding Him in each moment
and allowing that finding
to shape my days
half way through the first month
of this new year
thinking about all that this year could hold
thinking about how to approach
all that each day will unfold
in the awareness
there will be the good
and the not so good
after all
that is the way life is
thinking about how the not so good
can only shape my days
if I allow it to do so
and suddenly
there was a not so good
until that moment
this day
this Saturday mid January
was filled with possibilities
that could be found in the midst of the Saturday chores
the moment
of the not so good
altered everything
leaving only chores
to be done heavily
because of an aching heart
so I sat by the window
coffee cup in hand
trying to find my way back to the possibilities
the sun is brilliant on this frigid day
diamonds are in the fresh snow
icy fingers of the trees flash back and forth
in their dance with the wind
a cardinal's red against the white
warm slippers
steam slowly curling upwards from my cup
the discovery of the gift of these moments
is my resolution for this year
to ensure the rhythm of my life
leaves room for me to see
gifts from God
in each moment
finding Him in each moment
and allowing that finding
to shape my days
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Michael moment
and so
another year has come
and another year has gone
and forty-three years ago
this very day
Michael took his first breath
gave his first cry
and never again felt the warmth
the skin
of his mother
this woman who chose to give him life
forty-three years ago
my arms first felt the warmth of Michael
the skin of Michael
it was my neck that felt the nuzzle of his wee head
my being that was filled with the sweetness of his being
I loved loving him
and a piece of me died four months later
when he left my arms
for the arms of another
and this day
the day of his birth
I wonder about him
in my continual missing of him
is he loved
is he loving
is he well
is he content
there remains a Michael-sized hole in me
flowers of thankfulness for him
grow around the hole
but there remains this hole
Michael
where ever you are
what ever you are doing
I am thinking of you
and missing you
and loving you
another year has come
and another year has gone
and forty-three years ago
this very day
Michael took his first breath
gave his first cry
and never again felt the warmth
the skin
of his mother
this woman who chose to give him life
forty-three years ago
my arms first felt the warmth of Michael
the skin of Michael
it was my neck that felt the nuzzle of his wee head
my being that was filled with the sweetness of his being
I loved loving him
and a piece of me died four months later
when he left my arms
for the arms of another
and this day
the day of his birth
I wonder about him
in my continual missing of him
is he loved
is he loving
is he well
is he content
there remains a Michael-sized hole in me
flowers of thankfulness for him
grow around the hole
but there remains this hole
Michael
where ever you are
what ever you are doing
I am thinking of you
and missing you
and loving you
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sunday, January 08, 2012
laundry moments
this morning I decided to tackle the pile of laundry
that had been accumulating - I carefully took the time
to separate darks from lights checking each pocket
for anything that should not be there -
only to discover after the dark wash
while removing the clothes from the machine
there were tons of little white pieces of fluff
sticking to absolutely everything -
obviously a kleenex had hidden itself in a deep recess
of a pocket or fold ................
made me think of the body of Christ
how a deeply hidden secret sin in one
infects and affects absolutely everyone in the community
that had been accumulating - I carefully took the time
to separate darks from lights checking each pocket
for anything that should not be there -
only to discover after the dark wash
while removing the clothes from the machine
there were tons of little white pieces of fluff
sticking to absolutely everything -
obviously a kleenex had hidden itself in a deep recess
of a pocket or fold ................
made me think of the body of Christ
how a deeply hidden secret sin in one
infects and affects absolutely everyone in the community
Friday, January 06, 2012
spousal moment
the church wants to feel able to explain about her spouse
even when she has lost sight of him;
even when, although she has not been divorced,
she no longer knows his embrace,
because curiosity has gotten the better of her
and she has gone searching for other people
and other things.
Carlo Carretto
willing moment
are we willing to leave the familiar and seek, find and encounter God in unlikely ways and in unlikely places – will there be moments when we are unsatisfied hearing about others encounters with God and their reports are not enough – when we want to see and experience Him for ourselves - open up a new kind of journey—one that is alive with the possibility of encountering the mystery of Christ in the unlikely places of our own lives
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