I was talking with my daughter about the beginning of the universe and gave her a very brief explanation of “The Big Bang Theory“.
After we finished talking she said, “I understand – it is just like a seed.” Hmm… I thought – I have never heard it compared to a seed, but I think she is right. I love this analogy!
Wouldn’t it be just like our sweet Lord to grow our whole universe from a tiny seed, next fill our world with seeds and the process of amazing things growing from seeds, then talk about seeds throughout the Bible and then patiently wait for a sweet little child to make the connection!!!
Our Lord is so AWESOME! I love the games of hide and seek and seek and find that He is ALWAYS playing with us!
Why do we try to eat healthy and feed our families good food? Why do we workout and encourage our families to exercise?
For a long time I was trying to eat well and workout to stay strong, to stay healthy, to avoid heartburn, to live longer and most of all because that it is what people do when they grow up, they begin taking responsibility for their health, it is one of our rules. Right?
About a year ago things started to change. I didn’t realize it at first, but my workout was becoming a time of worship and prayer. It was slowly becoming a time for me to empty my head of myself and think of Him, talk to Him, read about Him and sometimes just be silent and listen for Him. I was becoming addicted to it not for the endorphins the workout provided, but to the time it gave me with Him.
Without realizing it I brought it into my yoga class. I started imagining our sweet Love helping me breathe and ease into each position. I imagined Him gently massaging the areas of tension in my legs and my back and then gently helping me ease out of each move. I imagined Him sitting with me and holding my hand throughout the meditation at the end. I have fallen in love with yoga and the precious moments it has given me with Him.
I am not sure why He has given me this Grace, but He has changed the intentions of my workout and my health and I have started calling it my worshipful workout. He has removed my longing for the goals of this world and He has shown me that even through my workout He can and should be my focus and my end goal.
I am longing to change the intentions of every moment of my life as I care for and love my wonderful husband and my sweet girls. I want every action to be done with Him in mind, for Him and with the intention of glorifying Him, pleasing Him and bringing a smile to His beautiful face. I want not just a worshipful workout, but a worshipful life!
I want it this way so that someday when I breathe my last breath, He will be my final thought.
Lately all I have wanted to read and learn about are the saints. Why this insatiable thirst?
Is it because my prayer has been, “Please lead us Home” and my eyes are being opened to the ones who can show the way?
Maybe, but this morning I started wondering if He has opened my eyes for another reason. Maybe He wants me to know that I know a saint and he wants me to be able to truly see her, see Him, see her, see Him.
Do we know when we are in His presence? Do we really see Him shining through others? Can we get past the exterior and the good works to really know when He is living in another?
I am not sure that I know when I am in His presence. I am not sure that I would have known Him, but I want to, I long to know Him.
Despite His Majesty, Glory, Wonder and Power, He is bending down to show me.
Look around my friends…. you probably know a saint too. The saints are here with us, helping us, quietly guiding us.
They haven’t gone straight to heaven, they turned from the open gates because they know that it isn’t truly heaven until we have all made it. He wants all of us, they want His will… they want all of us.
The first truly will be last as they continue returning to lift up the rest of us!
The first Easter that I truly mourned for Jesus was two years ago. I cried as I went to bed on Good Friday as I finally scratched the surface of trying to understand how His disciples must have felt that night. My sweet husband held my hand as I cried and we fell asleep.
Last year I mourned again and I cried and prayed a lot for Judas Iscariot. I remember going for a nature walk with my family and my sweet girls holding my hands as the tears flowed.
I am not sure why I have been so greatly blessed with so many tears during Holy Week the last two years, but I pray for tears of true sorrow for my sweet Jesus to flow again this year. I also pray for you to join me in this great sorrow NOT because misery loves company, but because following our tears we will together rise to great heights of joy on Easter morning as we again celebrate that He is Risen, He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed, my friends.
May all of the glory for ever and ever be given to Him! Amen.
Jesus is here, Jesus is born, Jesus is with us and yet what are we doing?
We are quickly taking down our decorations and we are preparing ourselves for the grind, for the coldest part of our winter and the coldest time in some of our hearts. Our heads are down and the parties are over.
Was it the same back then in Bethlehem?
The angels were not still singing their praises for us to see and the shepherds had to move on with their flocks. A few still sought Him in this quiet and peaceful time, but the majority of people returned to the routine of their lives.
Yet in Matthew 9:15
Jesus said to them, “Can the wedding guests mourn as long as the bridegroom is with them? The days will come when the bridegroom is taken away from them, and then they will fast.”
This is not the time to return to our normal and every day lives. He is here, He is born, He is with us! I pray to continue seeking and celebrating because He is here!
Glory to God in the highest and on earth may we all seek Your peace!