We wait. Some more than others. We wait. Different ways. We wait. For different things. I have sat quietly ... rarely, as the holidays are busy for me and my family ... thinking about a specific truth: people throughout the Old Testament sat, like me, only for much longer periods of time, waiting on the … Continue reading “Just” Wait
"When the Lord brought back [a]the captive ones of Zion, We were like those who dream. 2 Then our mouth was filled with laughter And our tongue with joyful shouting; Then they said among the nations, “The Lord has done great things for them.” 3 The Lord has done great things for us; We are glad." Psalm … Continue reading We Dream
I was blessed by this post, and I believe you will also. Otherwise I would not have reblogged this. Peace.
Happy Sunday! You know, one of the great things about buying myself roses, is that I get to photography them while they’re fresh (previous post) and then again when they’re all dried up!
I recently visited a NEW online art exhibit, all of paintings of Christ…His childhood, His ministry and the Last Supper. This is one of my favorites by Laurie Olson Lisonbee (Here’s the link to the gallery)
Jesus wanted the Twelve—and He wants each of us—to learn that humility and service are worthy characteristics we should seek to obtain. He taught that no one is too important to serve others.
Have a great day!
‘Stumbled on to this post, from 2013 … from a Canadian author, Melanie Jean Juneau, entitled The Hand of God. I felt that this post needed to be reblogged on my blog, as it resonates with my heart and soul. Visit her blog to read other posts.
It’s Yongsung Kim. To contact the artist directly, email firstname.lastname@example.org (I did a search, and I’m emailing the artist, too!!) from Amanda!!
Detail from The Creation of Adam Sistine Chapel ceiling
Hand of God – Sculpture by Lorenzo Quinn
Hands with Stigmata, depicted on Franciscan church in Lienz, Austria
Something ... is wrong, and yes ... some things are right. And, yes: there will always be something wrong. And, yes: there will always be some things that are right. For some reason, maybe I know what that reason is, I sensed the strong pull to take time out of the bedlam to acknowledge that … Continue reading Something Is Wrong . . .
When I read this post, I felt compelled to reblog this. Through my own eyes, and through the experience of sitting with many folks in recovery, I felt like this writer brings it to the table: freedom from addiction, in the context of intense battle, being aware of “Hell’s Concierce”. Peace, T
It’s so easy to get caught up in life and forget that I’m an addict. When other troubles are acting up, or someone I love is hurting, I can slip away from the vigilance needed.
It’s also easy, and deadly, to get caught up in results–to fall into dissatisfaction when life is getting harder and not easier. It’s easy for me to flirt with despair when my mental health symptoms rob my life in recovery of health and joy. It’s easy to feel that I’m on a trip to a city that’s not living up to my hopes, having spent too much and not having a good enough time. To feel lonely and bored in my metaphorical hotel room.
That’s when it’s tempting to pick up that handy phone and press the button for the concierge. The gentleman or lady who can get things, recommend activities, obtain tickets or otherwise…
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We are, for the most part, bloggers, readers and writers. This post is about readers. I hope you are blessed. Peace, T
Mom's Day. Joy. Celebration. Ambivalence. A fine line, Ambivalence. I could drift into "my stuff", my baggage, my blues. With age, my awareness of that fine line grows. Grappling continues, with ambivalence, even with my awareness. One explanation, for "ambivalence", came through a lecture. "Ambivalence is the existence of two mutually exclusive emotions, concepts, realities, … Continue reading Mom’s Day: Joy, Celebration, Ambivalence
From one of the great blogs that I follow, “The Seeker”. I felt compelled to reblog this wonderful piece.
Was I there?
At the crack of dawn, when everybody is still asleep, before the narrow streets of Old Jerusalem turn into a market place and become crowded with people, we were there to do the Via Dolorosa and reflect what it was to be there.
Via Dolorosa is a Way of Sorrow. It is long winding narrow streets of Old Jerusalem starting from Ecce Homo Convent to the Basilica of Holy Sepulchre. We carried the cross as the way Jesus carried it from being judge by Pilate and the people at the Judgement Hall all the way to Golgotha, the site of the crucifixion.
There are fourteen stations that we stopped along the way:
I. Jesus is condemned to death
II. Jesus takes up the Cross
III. Jesus falls under the Cross for the first time
IV. Jesus meets his Mother
V. Simon the Cyrenian is forced to carry the…
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