We are often reminded that our time is precious and we must spend it wisely. This is very true, but we don’t often look at the flip side of the coin. We often think only of our own time, but very carelessly toss away the precious time that others have taken to spend time with us or do something for us. My sweet baby had her precious time very carelessly tossed aside and trampled yesterday and it really hurts, a lot.
As I think about it this morning, He has opened my eyes to an even greater sorrow. He has gently reminded me that I have done this to His other sweet children many times… oh please forgive me my sweet Lord. He has also opened my eyes to an even greater joy. He has reminded me that He treasures all of our jewels, especially the ones that the world casts aside. Glory to You my sweet Lord! Thank You, thank You, thank You…
My sweet Lord, please forgive me and help me to treasure the precious jewels of time that others give to me so that I won’t be the cause of this pain to You again, and an INFINITE THANK YOU for treasuring and carefully gathering all of our jewels, especially the ones that the world casts aside and tramples.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Be very careful, then, how you live – not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.
And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness — secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name.
Here in this place a veil is drawn, there is so much we don’t see when our eyes are open, but what about when they are closed?
Oh my Lord, I pray that when I close my eyes the darkness surrounding me is the protective darkness of the hem of our Blessed Mother’s mantle.
For here, hidden in the hem of her mantle, Mary’s feet will crush the head of any serpent that ensnares me, Mary’s words and teachings will soak into my ears, my heart, my soul, and knowing that Mary remains lovingly and faithfully near her Son always, I too will be near her sweet and precious Son, our Savior – Jesus Christ!
Close your eyes and let us crawl to the feet of our Blessed Mother and hide in the protective darkness of her mantle!
Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!
As I walk along a beach covered in the visible footprints of today, and in the hidden footprints of many yesterdays and tomorrows – I praise and thank You, O Lord, for directing my steps into the footprints of those who walk in Your ways, and I praise and thank You, O Lord, for leading in Your ways those whose footprints I walk in. Amen.
Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths.
Teach me your way, O LORD, that I may walk in your truth; unite my heart to fear your name.
I was praying with a few women that I didn’t know yesterday and as we prayed, I had this thought…
As we pray we are immersed into His endless ocean of mercy and grace, and our roots of faith are nourished and they grow. When we pray together we are immersed into His endless ocean of mercy and grace together, and our roots of faith are nourished and as they grow they connect and become intertwined making us true sisters and brothers in faith, ever expanding our hidden, yet very real support system.
Let us live like the trees, always expanding our hidden connections with each other by growing our roots of faith in humble prayer together guided by His Will.
Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything they ask for, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.
Isn’t it interesting that when things are going well we can so easily be lulled, like a sleeping baby, into believing that we have strong and great faith, yet in times like this we are most susceptible to the bubble of faith. Our bubble grows fast, it quickly becomes big and is so colorful and beautifully round – it is a delight for both ourselves and others to see. We fill it with air, words, talk and so much more – so it will keep growing, but oh how quickly it pops at the first signs of trial and we are left with what is REAL and TRUE- maybe a seed, but probably something even smaller.
Oh Lord – to have faith the size of a mustard seed! Please give us each a real and true seed of faith and then, my Love, please teach us how to garden. Gardeners know that most tiny seeds must be planted and kept in the dark as they begin to grow. Please protect us, keep us hidden in the dark as our roots of faith begin to grow and let us not boast in anything, but especially not in any faith that might appear on the surface for we know that our true faith lies within our deep roots. We know that the deep roots will not only withstand the storms and trials of life but will become stronger with each storm – reminding us yet again of the Joy of Suffering.
Therefore as you have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, having been firmly rooted and now being built up in Him and established in your faith, just as you were instructed, and overflowing with gratitude.
Colossians 2: 6-7
My mind is a jumble of thoughts as I think of infinity buried in a point where everything on the inside is bigger than what is on the outside, and how difficult it is to wrap my earthly mind around this, as I look at the night sky and feel infinitesimally small, but then attempt to accept or believe or have faith that there is something or some place so much bigger buried and hidden from us in a point, in a second, in a planck length.
And then I am AMAZED to the point of tears with an aching joy in my heart knowing that somehow, mysteriously this is TRUE…
Do you remember the parable of the rich man and Lazarus?
“Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day. “And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores, and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man’s table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores. “Now the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham’s bosom; and the rich man also died and was buried. “In Hades he lifted up his eyes, being in torment, and saw Abraham far away and Lazarus in his bosom. “And he cried out and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus so that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool off my tongue, for I am in agony in this flame.’ “But Abraham said, ‘Child, remember that during your life you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus bad things; but now he is being comforted here, and you are in agony. ‘And besides all this, between us and you there is a great chasm fixed, so that those who wish to come over from here to you will not be able, and that none may cross over from there to us.’
I was washing my hands today in very hot water after cleaning the bathroom. The water was so hot that I had to take my hands out for a moment and then put them back in to rinse. I noticed that once my hands had adjusted to being out of the hot water for that moment, it was even more painful to put them back in the water for my final rinse.
This is such an obvious point that we often forget about it. Once we are adjusted to an extreme, whether it be temperature or a life situation, things become easier, they become more bearable and more tolerable and then eventually become our normal as we settle in and forgot about our previous normal.
Could this great chasm really be a hidden blessing for those who choose Hades, because in His infinite wisdom He knows their endless suffering would increase exponentially with even one drop of cool water or one grace given from above?
During the Passion of our Lord, Simon the Cyrene was interrupted. Simon’s plans and his will were put on hold when he was asked to help carry the cross of our Lord.
Can you imagine how annoyed you would be to be pulled away from your schedule and your plans to help a convicted criminal? Sorrowfully I admit that I would be very annoyed and maybe even angry.
Simon didn’t know it at first, but this interruption was possibly the greatest blessing of his life, when he was given the honor to help our Lord.
Lord please help me to more graciously accept the interruptions and help me remember Your hidden blessings they carry as I turn away from my will and allow Your Will to be done.
Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will be done. Amen.