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Carried by Grace

Veni Sancte Spiritus

I am limping on through,

trying to see

the forest for the trees.

 

It is dark and scary

and I am weary

from the journey.

 

I don’t run,

but I make noise,

praying to chase

the nightmares 

and bears away.

 

The phone calls come,

as I knew they would,

and have for so long.

 

“Mary…please, I am being eaten alive…the bugs,

Get me out of here…….”

 

You are my child now,

as I calmly tell you,

“No, mom, you are not ready to go home.”

 

She frantically yells out, “Why?! Don’t I have a home?

I am fine! I don’t belong here!”

 

“No, mom, you are not fine.”

I repeat the tired line,

as I have now, for most of my life.

 

I am making my way 

to the eye of the hurricane.

It’s turbulent and rough.

 

But I know I am

being gently carried,

and I won’t fall out of the sky.

 

Because it is on 

His steady and strong wings

that I fly……

“Carry Me”
By Audrey Assad

Pain is a forest we all get lost in
Between the branches hope can be so hard to see
And in the darkness we’ve all got questions
We’re all just trying to make sense out of suffering but

You say I am blessed because of this
So, I choose to believe
As I carry this cross, You’ll carry me
Help me believe it

Fear is a current we all get caught in
And in its motion faith can be so hard to find
And we all falter ’cause we’re all broken
We’re all just trying to turn the shadows into light but

You get glory in the midst of this
And You’re walking with me
And you say I am blessed because of this
So, I choose to believe
As I carry this cross, You’ll carry me

And I know Your promises are faithful
And God, I’ve seen Your goodness in my life
And oh, I’ve found Your mercy is a river
Your love is an ocean wide

You say I am blessed because of this
You get glory in the midst of this
And You’re walking with me

And You say I am blessed because of this
So, I choose to believe
As I carry this cross, as I carry this cross
‘Cause as I carry this cross, You’ll carry me

You’ll carry me, God
You’ll carry me
And Your love is an ocean wide

Ascend

 

Our treetop hearts

bend and sway

in these strong winds.

 

Yet, our faithful roots

are sturdy,

strong, and deep,

and have no end.

 

We’re lined up,

row after row,

straight and tall

sustaining

lifelong friends.

 

If one should fall,

we hold her up

and help her stand

stable again.

 

Our prayers unite, 

and bind up the hurts,

lifted up

and upon the winds,

they ascend……

This was a poem I wrote today while admiring the trees in the park 🙂 I was thinking of all of the friends God has blessed me with in my life, and how He holds us up in so many ways. The following is a very beautiful song with amazing pictures of the Scottish lankscape. Enjoy and God bless 🙂

The Fasting and The Feasting

Lord You call us to…
Fast from judging others and feast on Christ dwelling in them
Fast from ill thoughts and feast on the healing power of God
Fast from words that pollute and feast on phrases that purify
Fast from discontent and feast on gratitude

Fast from anger and feast on patience
Fast from pessimism and feast on optimism
Fast from worry and feast on divine order
Fast from complaining and feast on appreciation
Fast from negatives and feast on affirmations

Fast from pressure and feast on unceasing prayer
Fast from hostility and feast on nonresistance
Fast from bitterness and feast on forgiveness
Fast from self-concern and feast on compassion for others
Fast from personal anxiety and feast on eternal truth

Fast from discouragement and feast on hope
Fast from facts that depress and feast on truth that uplift
Fast from lethargy and feast on enthusiasm
Fast from suspicion and feast on truth
Fast from shadows of sorrow and feast on the sunlight of serenity

Fast from idle gossip and feast on purposeful silence
Fast from seeking understanding and feast on mystery
Fast from fear and feast on truth and faith
Fast from self-pity and feast on joy
Fast from resentment and feast on contentment

Fast from jealousy and feast on love
Fast from pride and feast on humility
Fast from selfishness and feast on service

~Author Unknown

Happy Fasting and Feasting this Lenten season!

The Fasting and The Feasting

Lord You call us to…
Fast from judging others and feast on Christ dwelling in them
Fast from ill thoughts and feast on the healing power of God
Fast from words that pollute and feast on phrases that purify
Fast from discontent and feast on gratitude

Fast from anger and feast on patience
Fast from pessimism and feast on optimism
Fast from worry and feast on divine order
Fast from complaining and feast on appreciation
Fast from negatives and feast on affirmations

Fast from pressure and feast on unceasing prayer
Fast from hostility and feast on nonresistance
Fast from bitterness and feast on forgiveness
Fast from self-concern and feast on compassion for others
Fast from personal anxiety and feast on eternal truth

Fast from discouragement and feast on hope
Fast from facts that depress and feast on truth that uplift
Fast from lethargy and feast on enthusiasm
Fast from suspicion and feast on truth
Fast from shadows of sorrow and feast on the sunlight of serenity

Fast from idle gossip and feast on purposeful silence
Fast from seeking understanding and feast on mystery
Fast from fear and feast on truth and faith
Fast from self-pity and feast on joy
Fast from resentment and feast on contentment

Fast from jealousy and feast on love
Fast from pride and feast on humility
Fast from selfishness and feast on service

~Author Unknown

Happy Fasting and Feasting this Lenten season!

Love is a Gift

Anna and Nana

 
Authentic love is not a vague sentiment or a blind passion. It is an inner attitude that involves the whole human being. It is looking at others, not to use them but to serve them. It is the ability to rejoice with those who are rejoicing and to suffer with those who are suffering. It is sharing what one possesses so that no one may continue to be deprived of what he needs. Love, in a word, is the gift of self.
 
~ Blessed Pope John Paul II
 
 
 
Grandparents
 
Grandparents bestow upon their grandchildren
The strength and wisdom that time
And experience have given them.
 
Grandchildren bless their grandparents
With a youthful vitality and innocence
That help them stay young at heart forever.
 
Together they create a chain of love
Linking the past with the future.
The chain may lengthen,
But it will never part….
 
 

Fall in Love
Attributed to Fr. Pedro Arrupe, SJ (1907–1991)

Nothing is more practical than
finding God, than
falling in Love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide
what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.

– See more at: http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/ignatian-prayer/prayers-by-st-ignatius-and-others/fall-in-love/#sthash.nTKtSwvu.dpuf

 
 

A Prayer

I wanted to share a powerful poem from a beautiful book called, “To Bless the Space Between Us” written by John O’Donohue. This is a poem that helps to give more clarity & understanding for what it may feel like to live a life of addiction. It is also, in a sense, a prayer. A prayer for truth, and freedom, and hope for addicts to one day be enlightened & saved from their prisons of self-destruction.

For An Addict

 On its way through the innocent night,

The moth is ambushed by the light,

Becomes glued to a window

Where a candle burns; its whole self,

Its dreams of flight and all desire

Trapped in one glazed gaze;

Now nothing else can satisfy

But the deadly beauty of flame.

 

When you lose the feel

For all other belonging

And what is truly near

Becomes distant and ghostly,

And you are visited

And claimed by a simplicity

Sinister in its singularity,

 

No longer yourself, your mind

And will owned and steered

From elsewhere now,

You would sacrifice anything

To dance once more to the haunted

Music with your fatal beloved

Who owns the eyes of your heart.

 

These words of blessing cannot

Reach, even as echoes,

To the shore of where you are,

Yet may they work without you

To soften some slight line through

To the white cave where

Your soul is captive

 

May some glimmer

Of outside light reach your eyes

To help you recognize how

You have fallen for a vampire.

 

May you crash hard and soon

Onto real ground again

Where this fundamentalist

Shell might start to crack

For you to hear

Again your own echo.

 

That your lost lonesome heart

Might learn to cry out

For the true intimacy

Of  love that waits

To take you home

To where you are known

And seen and where

Your life is treasured

Beyond every frontier

Of despair you have crossed.

 

 

 

The Dig

I dig and dig

to get to the deep roots

of my brokenness

and deep hungers,

without severing

the young fruit

growing strong in the

shadow of Your wings.

My soul is parched

in this dry and weary land,

“Come to me all who thirst.”

Yearning for Your living waters

Open this heart

saturate and fill in

these crevices

created so long ago.

Cover these wounds

with Your pure and healing waters.

Help me yield

more lasting fruits,

renewed and nourished

by Your saving grace.

I rejoice because

You alone

Satiate.