Thoughts Regarding Hope

From No Man Is An Island by Thomas Merton

Nothing created is of any ultimate use without hope (16).

If He (God) is good, and if my intelligence is His gift, then, I must show my trust in His goodness by making use of my intelligence.  I must let faith elevate, heal, and transform the light of my mind (16).

Better than hoping for anything from the Lord, besides His love, let us place all our hope in His love itself (17).

All desires but one can fail.  The only desire that is infallibly fulfilled is the desire to be loved by God (17).

All Hearts Go Home for Christmas

We have a small heart-shaped wooden plaque that reads, "All hearts go home for Christmas." Those six little words have long resonated within me as I've wondered--- where do the people, the hearts, go who have no home at Christmas? Where is home for them?

Created in the image of God, God himself has placed within our hearts a home, a home with hearth fires burning and a taste of sweet goodness. For no matter where we are in the world, our place or situation, God always extends the warmth of His love as He patiently keeps the home fire burning.

I believe St. Augustine got it right when he said, "You have made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you."

May this be the Christmas our hearts find our home in our Savior, Christ the Lord.

The Holy Quest

From an Advent devotional by Joel Heck, a story regarding King Arthur, Lancelot and the quest for the Holy Grail: C. S. Lewis, A Grand Miracle

Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? Matthew 2:2

Lancelot's quest began in Advent, and our quest, our preparation for Christmas, likewise begins in Advent. And like the Wise Men preparing for their quest, we need to set out to find our King, the Christ Child. When we begin our Advent season with Scripture and seek the Holy Christ rather than the Holy Grail, we are choosing wisely.

God grant us wisdom to choose thoughtfully our preparation for your coming in Jesus. Amen.

Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? Matthew 2:2

The Sparkle of Christ's Love

It’s late fall; the air is crisp and cool. It’s 44 degrees on my front porch and the breeze is invigorating. Often we think of the goodness of God through the blossoming of spring. But God also shares His goodness to us in the sweet, crisp days of winter. Listen to what He says to Job in chapter 38 verses 28-30.

“Does the rain have a father? Who gives birth to the dew? Who is the mother of ice? Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens? For the water turns to ice as hard as rock and the surface of the water freezes.”

Christ, the creator of all things, shares with us the beauty, the birth, of water freezing into delicate ice crystals that twinkle when lit by the sun. Jesus, the Son shines on even the most frozen day making it sparkle with the goodness of His love.

To God be the Glory! Amen.

Peace Prayer of Saint Francis

The days wane quickly, darkness covering the day in such a short time.  Even the darkness of depression waxes and wanes but the abiding light of Jesus, the Living Light, infuses the darkness with hope.  Regardless of one's state of mind the prayer of St. Francis can be manifested in the life of the Christian.  As this Advent season begins it is the prayer of peace that helps to sustain me in the darkness and gives life through the ever-present Light making me an instrument of God's love.

The Peace Prayer of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.

Amen.

Hearing God's Voice in the Wind

I like to listen for God's voice in the wind.  Sitting on my front porch when the breeze blows puts me in a certain mindset that helps me to listen more readily for His voice speaking to my heart.

Most of the time the things I hear are whispered words of loving assurance.  Today was no exception.  I am learning in these quiet times with Him that no service is too small.  Each person I serve brings Him joy.  Loving my husband and children in the best way I can is every bit as important as ministering to other people.

Loving my family with the love of Christ is the first love.  Listening to my husband, my son, my daughters speak their most heartfelt desires, sharing their doubts and fears, is the most precious gift I have to give.  In serving my family I serve my Lord.

To God be the Glory! Amen.

You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.  You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.  O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.   Psalm 30:11-12 NIV

How strange that I can write on this blog that, hopefully, someone other than me is reading but it's extremely difficult to voice these thoughts and feelings to the people I love the most.  

Jesus woke me early this morning and I had a thought I just had to get up and share regarding depression.  That was a few minutes ago.  Now I've forgotten it.  I haven't forgotten this one thing, though.  That even if I make my bed in hell, sweet Lord God, You are there. (Psalm 139:8).  


Holding a thought is almost as difficult as holding sand in a spaghetti strainer.  It's gives me the tateds (agitated, irritated, and frustrated).  However, each moment brings me one breath closer to You, sweet Lord, regardless of the tateds.  Your love infinitely holds all that I am even thoughts that flee like the wind.


To God Be the Glory!  Amen.