Time goes on, never to return again. Whatever is enclosed in it will never change; it seals with a seal for eternity.
– Saint Maria Faustina Kowalska
Each moment of our lives we are slowly building our own time capsules, sealing in each moment, every thought, every word with a seal for eternity that will not be broken until we stand trembling at the foot of His Glorious Throne.
Oh my Lord, all seems lost when I think of the muck I have encapsulated up to this point, but then I am reminded through Saint Maria Faustina’s beautiful dairy of Your infinite Divine Mercy!
Oh my Lord, I long for LOVE to pour forth from my capsule when You break the seal! Please help me fill it with LOVE!
When I first began writing this blog, I didn’t realize I was searching for Jesus, but now that I have found Him (through His infinite Mercy and Grace alone) how I long to take EVERYONE by the hand and say,
“Come, come and see…”
And then in His infinite kindness and gentleness He whispers – patience my love, they are coming, they will see, they too will find me… theirs is a different path, just as painfully beautiful as yours, but different. Keep praying, keep loving, and keep listening so that you know when the time is ripe for you to take someone by the hand and say ever so gently and full of My love,
“Come, come and see!!!”
On New Year’s Eve we had dinner with our family. I love going around the table and giving everyone a chance to give thanks for something from the year.
As always when it was my turn, my eyes welled up with tears, my throat became tight and my sweet girls lovingly said, “There she goes again… Mommy’s going to cry.” We all started laughing and as I was wiping away my tears and getting ready to speak, my sweet husband quietly spoke and said, “Sarah is thankful for the wind as it blows through the trees, a leaf that falls in her path, a bird that soars past our kitchen window, a caterpillar she finds in the backyard… she is thankful for everything.”
Sweet Lord, I love the little reminders You place in our paths. My sweet love truly sees me more than I realize and in that moment I felt so deeply understood and loved. Oh my Lord… I am so blessed that he is mine, I am his and we are Yours!
Thank You, thank You, thank You… in every moment and in everything – Thank You sweet Jesus!
The leaves in the trees translate His words on the wind
The sounds of the night honor Him with constant and steady praise
The trumpet flowers bloom to announce His great Love
When my soul is pricked, His Holy Spirit whispers guidance
He calls to us to us ALWAYS through EVERYTHING, but we rarely listen.
We are often taught to pray with words, but I think we need to also practice the Prayer of Silence.
Maybe we have filled our world with so much noise because we are scared of what He will say to us if we do stop to listen?
He loves you, He loves me, He loves all of us! Do not be afraid, listen my friends as He showers us with love!
I just heard the song… You Came by Jonathan and Melissa Helser What a beautiful song! It has been my morning meditation and prayer today as I have imaged Jesus waiting outside the tomb of Lazarus with tears still on His face. Oh the beauty and wonder as His tears turned from sorrow to joy when He called to His friend, Lazarus, and raised him from the grave.
Dear Lord, I pray that those I know who have died are your true friends and as with Lazarus, you stand outside their graves, with tears of joy on Your face as you call for them to rise again to new life.
Oh my Lord, my Love, my All in All – let us anxiously await and yearn for the moment when we too will hear Your call and will rise from the grave to see You anxiously waiting for us with tears of joy on Your beautiful face.
In the last few years I have begun to develop an appreciation and love for visual art. I was walking through a museum a few years ago when a light bulb suddenly went off in my head as I realized what billions before me already knew… each painting represented a moment in the life of a soul. That day I saw that some had shared a moment of their pain, others had shared a moment of their joy, some shared a moment of their fear, and at least one had shared a moment of deep understanding, a moment when that soul dove into the infinity of their present moment and then translated it onto a canvas.
I cried that day as I walked through the museum feeling humbled and amazed by so many souls laid bare before me.
Tonight as I was reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan, he wrote about God’s art throughout creation and interestingly enough I read about this a few weeks ago in Romans during a bible study. Oh Lord please forgive my inability to quickly grasp what You are trying to tell me… tonight I think Your message finally broke through.
God has bared His soul before us… and oh how AMAZING it is!!!
What more is there to say other than – Thank You, thank You, thank You for the Grace to truly see Your Art, Your Heart, Your Soul!
It is so amazing to me that as we delve into a greater understanding and knowledge of another’s past slowly a shield of love is built around our hearts. This is no ordinary shield, but seems to work in a very special way.
Any unkindness, anger, or hatred aimed at this shield by the other is transformed into love through understanding their past before being repelled back towards them, while any love or kindness given by the other is doubled as it freely passes and is returned back to them.
Sweet Lord please fill us with understanding, empathy, compassion and love for our neighbors so that we might be covered with Your Shield of Love!
We went for a hike about a week ago and my sweet 8 year old and I sat down on a rock for a minute. On the rock where we sat, someone had carved the words “Hate satan”. I asked her what she thought about it. She just sat there for a min and then said, “It isn’t right to hate, especially since that is what he wants us to do, he wants us to hate. I think the person who carved this should have written, Don’t follow satan”.
I couldn’t have put it better myself!
Lord please keep us on Your path to follow You and only You!
My friends, I am not sure why but I have been distracted lately. Jesus hasn’t been at the forefront of my thoughts, instead I have been busy, running around, and missing Him. We took a yoga class together last night, and usually when He joins me He is helping me through, but last night in my imagination He was sitting there watching me (smiling, but still just watching). For some reason I have put Him aside instead of welcoming Him in?
As I miss Him, I am thankful for my previous posts that remind me that He is still here watching and waiting for me to call to Him again.
Please pray for me my friends, as you bask in His loving presence, that the veil covering me will be removed yet again, my eyes will be cleansed yet again, and again I will see only Him everywhere and in everyone!
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done!
We have an ornament in the shape of a cross that hangs on our Christmas tree. It has tiny plastic jewels glued onto it in the shape of teardrops.
A few weeks ago as I was putting our Christmas tree away I found one of the teardrops on the ground. It fell off the top of this cross as if our Lord was crying.
It made me think of His tears and the sorrow He feels when we are cruel, when we speak to each other without thinking, without consideration, and without kindness. He cries as He sees the cruelty ripple outward and downward in a revolving cycle of hurt, anger, and gossip. He cries as He watches His peace slip from our hearts as we lose sight of Him and begin this downward spiral.
I have hurt and been hurt with words. Many times I have begun this cycle or been swept away by this cycle wasting minutes, hours and days obsessing over an unkindness rather than gazing at You.
Lord please let only kindness pass my lips or nothing at all, please open my ears to Your voice alone calling me out of this spiral, and please open my eyes to You alone so that I might not be a cause for Your tears of sorrow, but instead bring You tears of joy.