Monthly Archives: April 2012

Rest – house of the lord

I am discovering “rest” is deeper than I’d imagined.
Such a simple thing, everyone knows how to rest.
But sometimes I don’t. Yet as I wait. As I walk more deeply. As I turn again and again into Love’s Graces to me, I discover how much I don’t know and live into.
And how much these gifts mean to me. Continue reading

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The Golgotha Key – 4/18/12

The Golgotha Key

a meditation on love’s cross, on dying into life. Take some time, stopping at the “selah’s” to reflect and see what images come to you that help you put yourself inside these concepts. I’ve been journaling these things for years now. Its where my poetry sprang up from, unexpected, but now a treasured gift. Continue reading

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Deciding to Trust – 4/12/12

Trust comes in a variety of “flavors”. Some work and some not so much.
And some things I’ve found to be repeatedly trustworthy, even to the point of walking with them, sometimes timidly, well past my comfort zone, where I don’t trust myself.
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Easter – House of the Lord – 4/7/12

In my efforts to “put on Christ”, to put on love, I have a practice of prayer I call “The House of the Lord”. As “Lectio Divina” is the practice of putting yourself in a reading of scripture, “The House of the Lord” is my practice of putting myself in scriptural images to get to know them by experience. I’ve walked this road a number of times, and I invite you to walk it as well, in your own way. Take your time. Be patient with yourself. May you indeed find Life. Continue reading

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Betrayal

shit happens. To me, because of me, around me, to those I love, and those I have only heard of. In small doses and sometimes gigantic missteps with global repercussions. Maundy Thursday, the Last Supper is a day of betrayal, of last words remembered, of deeds done that can’t be reversed. These are rough doorways to walk through when hopes and promises look particularly dim. Continue reading

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