It's a mystery to me why some days have a kind of squeezed feeling, as though no matter how many things I cross off my list, there will always be more. It will never be enough. I will always feel I'm "winging it," never feeling solid, sure, rooted.
And then other days things flow easily. Energy leads, God feels like everything and everywhere. Peace and security reign. What makes the difference? My diet? My list? My surroundings? Solar flares?
Which is the real me? I know the answer to that: it is the part of me that is not separate, could never be separate, will not ever for a single moment in my life be separate from God. My soul knows that. Oh my mind, if you're in fact separate from my soul (but how can you be?), would you please try to remember too? <3 p="">3>
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Oh loving and precious Lord, who in the night spreads freshness over all the earth, please breathe your love easily to all who need it this morning. To those who struggle in the Phillipines, give your tender and protecting and guiding hand. To those fearful of the coming winter, help them feel a sense of "enoughness" and your constant, never-failing provision. To those facing the day alone, O God, be a loving companion and Guide, and to those who labor through the day without a sense of your divine holding, come alongside, O Lord, whisper in their ears, touch their hearts, that their spirits may be lifted and they may catch a gentle sense of the infinite Love and Care that is pouring out to them, even now and in every moment. Amen.