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!
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Mother of God, Mother – of – God, Mother —- of —- God… as you pray stop here for a moment and think about it, meditate on it, sit in the silent echo of these words and wonder…
I was awed into complete silence as I sat meditating on these words – Mother of God
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!
Oh how swift and sure the sword of truth flies…
For my 2 or 3 readers (you know who you are), please know that I would love to live by my words, but unfortunately I am still a poor and wretched soul speaking/writing as I would love to live, but failing 99.9% of the time to live this way and only succeeding when His divine hand intervenes to act through me.
I am a hypocrite and I am a gossip and I have brought pain to those I love all the while arrogantly believing that I was actually helping. Oh how painful it is when the sword of truth pierces our heart. I am not writing this to wallow in my failures and pain though, but I want to take these failures and this pain and glorify our sweet, wonderful, and faithful Lord.
Since Lent began I have been praying for a clean heart and oh how quickly He began to work!
Being a hypocrite and a gossip were not even on my radar. It never occurred to me that these titles are mine, that they are on my resume, that they apply to me, but He came through and sent His sword of truth flying directly into my heart, piercing through the hardened layers to awaken me and show me that oh yes these titles do apply to me, they are mine and I fall hard into these categories.
Yet, I do not despair, for our Lord has opened my eyes to these sins and there is no better way to begin repenting for a sin than first realizing that the sin is ours.
I know His work is not done in me and sweet Lord for this I am so thankful!
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Sweet friends, we must pray with confidence in our Sweet Father’s ability to do anything and believing in full faith that our sweet Father in Heaven longs to answer and provide the purest desires of our heart!
Do not pray in fear, instead pray in confidence. In our minds and hearts we must release Him from whatever box we have tried to build around Him and place all confidence, trust, belief, faith in Him.
We might watch the news, see the homeless, see the refugees, see the slaves or look in the mirror and see our greed, see our sin and then for a moment teeter on the brink of despair, but look up, look up and see Him, the biggest, bravest, strongest and most amazing Father who knows it is all worth it, everything is worth it… and then smile as the sweet Holy Spirit renews our confidence in Him.
Thank You sweet Father for everything, thank You sweet Holy Spirit for our renewed confidence and faith moment by moment, thank You sweet Jesus for being YOU!
Sometimes I feel as if our sweet Lord is letting me sit in a state of limbo because I refuse to fully accept His will. He gives me opportunities to prove my trust and faith in Him, and I fail time and time again as I stress, obsess and can’t sleep at night over little situations in my life.
He could really shake things up for me by ripping everything I grasp so tightly away, but instead of feeling His temper flare I feel His love as He again gently gives me another chance to prove my trust and faith in Him.
Please my Lord, deepen my faith and trust in You, turn me towards prayer instead of stress and obsession, and continue to gently guide me out of limbo towards an eternal union with You!
Imagine a place where we passed on our things every day. We didn’t sit around with full pantries, closets, or attics, but instead cleaned out and passed on every night before bed. Imagine the cleansing we would do, and the new opportunities that would arrive right on our door steps!
I am pretty sure I am a break in this circle, but how I would love to mend my broken piece.
Please pray for us my friends. Please pray that the spirit of generosity will rise up in our souls like a burning fire, and there will be nothing that will quench this desire of ours but to give, give and give!
On this night our Lord will pray in the garden of Gethsemane, suffering in agony as He prays to the point of sweating blood.
What was flashing through His mind in those moments? What caused Him such great emotional pain that He physically sweat blood?
Maybe as He knelt there praying, life flashed before His eyes, but instead of seeing His own life, He saw all of our lives flash before His eyes. Our lives became His as He lived each of our lives in His mind, in those moments. He saw every sin each of us has ever committed as His own sin.
He watched Himself committing these grievous, selfish, terrible and sinful acts. God, His Father, watched Him committing these grievous, selfish, terrible, and sinful acts.
He literally, physically, emotionally, and mentally bore our sins, and yes, I believe watching Himself commit our sins made Him sweat blood.
He Himself bore our sins… – Peter 2:24
Oh my Jesus… please forgive us, thank You, please forgive us, thank You, please forgive us, thank You, thank You, thank You…
I don’t remember the exact context, but I was praying for my husband last week and part of my prayer was for something to change in him. He didn’t know of my prayer for him, but within hours of this prayer my sweet husband shared a story of when he was young, a sad story that testifies again to his strength, kindness, consideration and the attention he shows others. It is a story that he had never shared with me and a sad memory for him that breaks my heart.
Shame on me, shame on me to ever think that the work in me is done and I am ready to ask others to change.
The work we must do here is on ourselves. We only fully know our own stories. For everyone else we must have compassion, understanding, patience, kindness and love because no matter how close we are to someone, there is always something we do not know.
Jesus thank you for my sweet husband and for bringing us even closer. Thank you for opening my eyes to even more of his love, kindness and strength and for gently reminding me that there is still more work to be done within me!
I prayed in a small, quiet chapel this morning. As I sat there I prayed with my head bowed, asking for this, asking for that, apologizing for this, apologizing for that and then just as I was leaving I looked up and saw Christ hanging on the cross.
I was embarrassed to be sitting there so comfortably and so focused on myself without once regarding Him, without once humbly kneeling down to Him as He still hangs there taking on our sins as we continue to pile them on.
What are we doing my friends? He should be a part of every thought, every intention, every action of our lives.
He still hangs there and we still wound Him… it is so sad.