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Chaos, Social Justice, and Facing Fear in order to Seek God's Face

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You.  Isaiah 26:3 A warning in advance-in...

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Remarkable the way we are loved, yes?

I love post-storm skies. Air stripped clean of particulate and smog, the blue is unlike anything...but from the Hands of God. And the fragrance...Petrichor.

As the wind blew raindrop kisses off leaves, I thought of Psalms 8,  particularly the 4th verse, "what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You care for him?" 

It is remarkable to way we are loved, despite who we are, despite what we have or not, that we are steeped in Grace.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

My daffodils are breaking through…

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore, do not worry...
Mark 6:28-31

On Friday, the first day of Spring in the Northeast, it snowed. Most people described it as a cruel joke. It didn’t really bother me; it reminded me of a time when I was sad and God sent a message by way of brave daffodil shoots…

A blue and rainy Monday. I didn’t bicker so much with my children about getting up and out the door. The dog walked me just over a mile as storm clouds cleared; we had a pleasant time and didn’t get wet. My migraine is only in 2nd gear, my knee hurts less, and when I look at my garden beds, despite the overall forlorn appearance of my yard, my daffodils are breaking through the ground. By all rights, I have every reason to be ticked off, frustrated, or depressed. However, the emergence of pale green and yellow shoots through the mulch (that needs replacing) brings me joy, and tunes me in to the voice of the One, whom I clearly hear saying, “consider the lilies of the field...” (Mark 6:28-31) Lord, I thank You. 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

On gratitude, and accepting life’s challenge to be brave

Sometimes Institutions are filled with real people. Occasionally they are good. I know; I found one. Imagine having to suppress who you are and play a role to achieve a particular outcome. Some of us do it all the time. It’s called assimilating. It’s called code switching. It’s a survival skill. It is exhausting.

It’s also a necessary reality. But because I have worked hard to be my essential self, unifying all the parts of who I am into my most authentic self, I am less likely to be concerned about being who I am, for the most part. I want not to need to be a chameleon. Sometimes you cannot help yourself. This was one of those times. Those time when I remove all but my necessary jewelry. I clip my speech. I am direct, quiet, and unassuming. I want not to be noticed, to be memorable, but rather inoffensive. I simply want to get by.

Thank you for being effortlessly wonderful
at the time I most needed to believe...

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