Tag: prayer

Here’s What I Know

It was a seemingly random phone call as I sat waiting for my flight at the airport… “Here’s what I know,” I said, As I watched the criss-cross of people, Hurrying here and there, Carrying bags and talking on phones, Rushing like there’s no…

Good Friday

Reposted from last year – a prayer written for RevGalBlogPals. You are welcome to use with attribution. Peace and blessings.

et lux perpetua…

Today during our Hospice team meeting, we stopped at the 10 o’clock hour to honor the lives lost in Parkland, Florida just two weeks ago. Just two weeks… I re-lit our memorial candles to read the 17 names. After two or three names, I…

On the needles

Recently a family member had an outpatient procedure. We rushed to get out the door on time. Rushed to the office, only to be parked in the waiting area. After the prelims were done I had a lot of time just sitting alone. Waiting….

Deep Peace

John Rutter’s setting of the Gaelic blessing, “Deep Peace” is playing in the background. I have finished some writing, some house cleaning, put away the laundry and reviewed my calendar for the week… and have a few moments to just sit and Be. At…

Heard in a whisper

The empty chair at the fireplace edge beckoned welcomed invited me “Come and sit” “Come and listen” Come and just BE” And so I sat and rocked and listened and heard, “Now go out and listen some more…”        

Back-to-Something-Else

  For the first time in 21 years, neither one of our daughters are going back-to-school. Both are college graduates. Both are making inroads on the job market. Both are strong, lively, caring young women. But there’s no “Back-to-School” this year. It’s now “Back-to-Something-Else”!…

Monday Prayer

As dusk arrives, I light a candle and offer a quiet prayer for all those who hurt for all those who are angry for all those who are hungry for all those who are dying for all those who are weary and still working…

What shall I tell my daughters?

Oh Lord… How did we arrive in this unholy mess? The latest kerfuffle with the presidential election makes me want to throw things. Or vomit. Or maybe throw vomit. How did things get so thoroughly mucked up? Is this really the result of an uninvested,…

Refocusing

  It wasn’t in the plans for our senior pastor to come down with some form of the Maryland “plague.” Nor had I planned on preaching tomorrow. As I did some chores and cooked dinner this evening, I meditated on the verses for tomorrow’s…

Unfinished: A perpetual state of being

  This blog started with a title that (occasionally) makes people wonder. “Are you a composer?” They ask. Uh… No. I was fascinated by the story of Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony when I took music history in my undergraduate studies. He wrote the first two…

NaBloPoMo: This Fragile Life

    This has absolutely nothing to do with the writing prompt of the day… it’s just what I wanted to share.   Found in the yard the other day… We have hawks in our yard all the time. During the late summer, we watched…

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