I will be waiting here….
For your silence to break,
For your soul to shake,
For your love to wake!
We have been in the season of Visiting Angels and Daring Dreams. Lives were touched and directions reconsidered – this is what happens when the air is filled with angels work and a showering of God’s love.
Joseph slept only to hear the voice of an angel saying, take Mary as your wife as you have planned She has said yes to carrying the sacred child, the son of God. She will need the strength of your shoulder and the comfort of your love.
So they traveled to a place they had never been before- together. There the baby was born. Maybe Joseph stood in awe as the miracle of sacred birth unfolded before him and maybe he tried to find his place as the stable filled with shepherds and wise men from another country far away.
It was through an angel’s visit in a dream that his will was strengthed to begin this uncharted journey.
And once again he lay to sleep in a stable, rough and bare, only to be roused by another dream, an angel’s visit. Awaken, pack quickly. King Herod has entered this day in a rage.
He Qi – The Magi
The wise men rose from their sleep having been warned in a dream that Herod could not be trusted. They left by a different path. And then the unthinkable occurred. Hundreds of young children were killed by Herod’s command. Herod – a King in Jerusalem angered by the news of a newborn child who had come to bring peace and serve justice.
Joseph’s life was changed forever. These angel-filled dreams guided him as he began to follow a path unlike any he could have imagined.
We are now in our own season of Visiting Angels and Daring Dreams. We must stay alert – for the path ahead will certainly be filled with experiences unfamiliar. May we listen closely remembering that angels often appear in unexpected ways. May we pay attention to our dreams for through them our ‘souls may shake’ and ‘love awake’.
First Image : Jude Allen
Full and ever-present, tonight’s moon shines across the sky. A gift that comes with the beauty of autumn.
Transition seasons hold a certain truth about life. The spring brings the promise of renewal and new birth. Its bright color and gentle warmth draws creation out, emboldened and ready to explore. All timidness is thrown aside, when this energy of new life arrives.
The fall brings with it a quiet wisdom. It comes resolved to share its knowledge through images filled with color and the arrival of cooler air. There is no hesitation. Fall calls for proud attention as it prepares for winter’s rest.
The moon is shining bright – announcing this time of change. It will not hide or shrink as evening moves into night. This golden moon comes closer catching our attention as it fills the sky.
Fall’s beauty, be it day or night, invites us all to slow down and offer thanks. As creation begins to shed its summer skin, we are given the chance to be grateful. For all that has been and all that will be – may we take this time to give thanks in the glow of October’s moon.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder.
Help someone’s soul heal.
Walk out of your like a shepherd.
Rumi found in FB
Darkness deserves gratitude.
It is the alleluia point at which we learn to understand
that all growth does not take place in the sunlight.
And so… in the darkness seeds safely wait for their time. In the darkness nightmares are experienced and freedom can be gained.
Time may seem to slow where light is scarce but most new life requires the somber silence of deep night.
This passing night bears witness to the ultimate miracle as we witness the birth of new life. New life appearing from the hold of death’s darkness.
As dawn begins to raise her light on the distant horizon be prepared for life changing moments – where our greatest dream might swirl in the chaos of disbelief.
Already awake and prepared to face death’s horror, the women wait for the first sign of dawn. They will follow the path to the tomb that has quietly held the body of their beloved – of God’s beloved. If there was any hint of gratitude in their hearts it may have come as they watched the last moments of their Sabbath pass. Gratitude may have sparked as they heard the first note of the morning bird’s song.
How could they have been any more prepared? Arriving to offer their cleansing love, the darkest of night has rolled away leaving the soft light of morning to proclaim new life.
His is risen. The Alleluia moment has arrived. Darkness did not win. No- it only served as an incubator for within it life was being reclaimed.
The women’s duty had been redirected. They had witnessed an empty tomb and heard the Angels proclaim that He had risen. Life has overcome death and God’s good news would be spread throughout the world.
The moment has arrived! The first notes of the morning bird proclaims this news. Christ has risen. The news will spread quickly and soon all of creation will be filled with the song of Alleluia.
Welcome happy morning!!
(photo and quote from Network of Grateful Living)
“I promise myself that I will enjoy every minute of the day
that is given me to live.”
Thich Nhat Hanh
Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me … Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. –
Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny,
but what we put into it is ours.
Destiny’s frame may not be chosen but there is always a way to stretch its boundaries. An example is the image within the ‘frame’ reflecting my life, a life filled with curiosity and grace. Many would not believe what I have packed into my own frame and there is still plenty of room.
It is important that I begin to reflect on what ‘fills’ my frame acknowledging those who have assisting me in this work. Much of my journey has been achieved with companions willing and strong. Each day someone walks through my door to assist me. If I tried to list the names of all these companions/caregivers we could very easily end up with a small town! From nursing students to professional barrel racers (cow girl and her horse), from women who were native to Switzerland to women who have barely been outside their small, rural American town.
Germany, Sweden, Latin America, and across this country – I have been introduced to the world in a most personal way. I have learned to be surprised by nothing even when I hear the care assistant say she received her first gun at 10 (probably not the most shocking but something that can be shared). I have learned to listen, been counselor, presided over marriages and sat by hospital beds and joined care assistants in funeral homes as an advocate or a shoulder for support. Boundaries — oh yes, it is a task to keep boundaries clear with those who work with me day in and day out. Their job is extremely personal which often requires living with ‘grace in the grey’.
This is a community of people who continue to ‘walk’ the road with me, joining me as support to be independent. Their diversity keeps me on my game. Their willingness allows me to continue my work stretching Destiny’s frame. Their presence reminds me to remain grateful.