I doubt I’m unique in this–maybe deliriously oblivious to my own aging–but I love birthdays (including my own). Not because of the gifts—actually I sort of dread that part. I think they are important mile-markers at least, opportunities for gratitude at best. Each year, I do try to sit for a while with what has […]
It’s the first of July this weekend—my favorite month of the year; appropriately greeted by a maiden voyage in my canoe, followed by cold beverages in the sand. It was hot and sunny—just as it should be in my humble opinion. Not one thing was accomplished on my to-do list today. It was perfection. Abundance
A favorite professor once asked which person of the Trinity our class most frequently sought out in prayer. The answer seemed obvious–to everyone—and conversation erupted! This question brought a new awareness of the gifts each of these persons has to offer me as well as the importance of knowing who is accompanying me on this spiritual
Bread-breaking was one of my resolutions for the year, and I’d say we’re doing this marginally at our house–Welcoming others into our home to share a meal and break bread together (which is so much more than feeding people). It is the ritual in which we reveal ourselves to one another, in the posture of our
(This is a real time conversation in my head that began on Good Friday and continues inconveniently and honestly, into the Easter season). Connecting with Scripture A wise woman I know leads Advent retreats in which she invites retreatants to imagine the role that they might play in the nativity story and anything is fair game–
A prayer for approaching Triduum: This is where it seems to hinge, my resolve is weak. The season of sparsity has drug on. The voices in my head and the voices of the past, quiver,’Why have you abandoned me?’ Feelings of loneliness and doubt linger reminders of brokenness, abound. Trudging toward Triduum I join the
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A prayer for growth: Cultivating God, I notice you in the strangest places– early blooms, a crowded classroom,silence where I seek familiarity memories of loss and hope for growth. God, make me like a seed that when pushed into the dark, my response is to slough off all you cannot use, and grow. Amen Katie Cassady, Unexpected
A prayer to One who fulfills promises: Loving God I ask for the eyes to seethe details you have placed before me, for the wisdom to receive each as gift; and for the heart to return my praise unabashedly to You, the gift-giver. Amen Katie Cassady, Unexpected Honey
I was thinking about Epiphany on Friday morning, cautiously driving along icy roads, and it hit me. Not any major insight, but another car. It shook me out of my head and into the cold morning air to assess damages and exchange insurance information and quiet frightened children. In a way, this unexpected interruption circumnavigated the dread of
Gracious God, you created this world and every part of it out of love and I am straining to see with the eyes of love with which you gaze. My words feel redundant, stale, used up, and yet I hear you coaxing,inviting me to tell you about the stirrings of my heart. All that is