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To Be Worthy of His Kingdom

” The fruit of our placing all things in His hands is the presence of His abiding peace in our hearts.”
_ Hannah Whitall Smith

I think I have always thought all of us all over the world were and are worthy of God’s kingdom through our free will to choose good over evil.  We don’t always know but once seeking to be aware we find ourselves at a new entrance.

There is no question about right and wrong, good or evil.

When we choose to analyze thoughts we have, we know  the truth.  We can be tripped by the devil to sin, to make mistakes certainly by taking risky chances.  We falter and we understand how others do because we have too.  We forgive and overlook for a whole lot of reasons.  Sometimes we don’t.  Human nature is like that.

Yet, our hearts’ arms spread up toward the sun’s rays, and we begin to bloom from inside.  That blossom is the one receiving the blessings ready to pass them on to others.

I have heard questions regarding people’s worth and understand the jewel in being worthy, being noble, having the merit.  Outstanding humans all over the world without a line to acclaim their worthiness, model noble lives as if already in God’s Holy Kingdom. Keep Reading

Be Humbly Honest

“God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
John 3: 16

Yesterday I attended the service of the Stations of the Cross presented with fourteen devotions at St. Pius Catholic Church in Hemphill, Texas.  I was filled with the Holy Spirit.  Nuts, eh?  Well, call it what you will, in my soul’s world the ever yearning of “being in the presence of God awareness” completes me with a sureness of peace.  I felt the need to be in a church setting, and the priest with the flock welcomed  me as a blade of grass in their field of spring flowers…  We were young, and older than the youngest, and oldest; it did not matter because our eyes and ears were focused…  and ending the prayers with “do what You will with me”…  The history of this service is remarkable, and the fourteen prayers, each said at the corresponding station, relives the moment.

A Jackie Lawson card came in the mail today brushed in sage olive tree leaves escorted by clusters of white blossoms centered in gold leaning toward a bud of an Easter Lilly in company with others aglow… as a cloud white dove brings forth a choir of angels rejoicing John Stainer’s Cantata “God so loved the World”…  from John 3: 16-18.

The wings of the bird spread to embrace into a flight in a meadow of multi colored spring flowers sprinkled with all but one resting butterfly busily meeting one and all blossoms… beckoning in lead to a cove in a forest  beholding a cherry blooming tree of baby rose petals surrounded in deep green foliage where two stately sterling tree trunks with branches lifting upwards in thanks to heaven… form the design likes of an arched cathedral’s window thoroughly bathed by a golden light, streaming… through three crosses to the altar within…much like the very one I visited yesterday to find fulfilling…  Fulfillment continues to flow as it is poured with love into our lives…

Thank you dearest Cindy and Paul Schumacher for the early Orthodox Easter greeting in Romanian no less !!  HRISTOS a Inviat!

CHRIST is Risen!  Adevarat a Inviat!  Indeed He is Risen!

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Be Gentle

” We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”__ C. S. Lewis

The mantle above the fireplace where I rest my eyes in prayer…

Jesus asked God to take this cup away…  He asked God to forgive the taunting remark because he did not know what he was saying… Yet He came to live and die as one of us humans in flesh and blood to reconcile us to our Father in heaven, God.  Do we wonder like C. S. Lewis suggests how much hurt we will endure for our own best becoming?  How many hurdles will we overcome   before rising from our knees with arms outstretched towards the sky in thankfulness to God?

The pride, the ego that edges God out is the ungrateful enemy seeking to be the ultimate bronze prize of its own existence.  It cannot see the miracles or feel the soul or see the soul to feel the miracles.

A soulful African-American hymn asks, ” Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”.  The spiritual was composed in the 19th century and first published in 1899 by William Eleazar Barton in Old Plantation Hymns.  I have sung it and the lyrics humbles the heart as it portrays the pain endured that understandably caused the composers to “tremble”.

I wonder how  much pain one has to experience before realizing He is there; we are never alone.  To be aware of His presence is to honor His blessing upon us. Keep Reading

Eternity: God’s Given Promise

 

Hindered by the mundane responsibilities of daily duties, I think of many yesteryears, and they return to be with me today.  I celebrate the goodness in all from then to now yet feel a twinge of the nudge to leap forward like a rabbit hopping through a valley in a prairie way off somewhere.  I see the golden sun kiss the sky goodnight as the opal moon peeks through the pines bringing the lustrous diamonds from the blue.  The pines in majestic pose succumb to my memories of arm stretching palms and both beckon me to hum a long forgotten song.

“I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great ring of pure and endless light.”_ Henry Vaughan, The World

This and that is done.  I sit and reminisce with care to stop a tear or even two; grown ups have more troubles to wipe clear than dew drops lingering to reflect the garden of one’s heart.  Somehow the reminiscing invites the missing and the two are buddies of a different kind; they could drink a glass a milk with an Oreo cookie, or a cup of tea with a blueberry scone.  The days  of wine and roses are replaced with comfort treats to bring the stamina of a walk, a dream, and a resolution to see the sun go down as the moon comes up, and then see the return of the golden and dance like a butterfly.

I talk and pray to God a lot and wish I had  been in touch with Him before with the vigor I have to meet Him today.  I am so glad He promises life in heaven, in His Kingdom, for Eternity.  I feel more like a child now than I did when I was twenty.  I have a friend who is a hundred and four and she says she has to stick around to cheer up the old folks….  Have I already told this story before?  Lucretia sneaks in my mind because she always made me laugh.  I wish I could have been the same to others.  I may have been a shadow.  The shadows feel burdensome.  Even in my best efficient deliveries of meals, the seriousness in my cocoon showed me somber.  I missed the mark of being light hearted. Keep Reading

One’s Endurance: a Grateful Immigrant’s Story

Sometimes the “A HA!” moment comes in a quote:

”  Let yourself silently be drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.  It will not lead you astray.” _Rumi

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!” _Emily Dickenson

One’s endurance is measured by the breadths taken day and night to survive rejection.  It is inexplicable to the unbeliever because the life of faith delivers an ever restoring, flowing Holy Spirit.  Without it, I could not have arrived at this moment in time.

I can count my encouragers.  Who are yours?

In this abundantly planted orchard of life, the fruits ripen to be chosen rather than discarded.  In today’s bowl, endurance is at the center; it has an old flavor recognizable for its ancient characteristics.  Its value is as long as the beginning of each day is observed.  It is delightful to the soul, gentle in texture and borders  on honey for sweetness.

I remember the aches clinging to my joints as I gathered a handful of acrylic paints, three preferred brushes, and a trusty folded stool to take along to the gate waiting as a blank canvas on a palette ready to receive the very Spirit in me.  It is in this laboriously searching to create a vessel to renew the luster of words written to welcome each soul that I found respite, consolation, and determination to honor a church whose people chose to invite my father to be their priest.painted in the far away right side…I wish I had taken a close up.  There is a squirrel with a bushy tail in the lower left and two bobolinks in the tree, North American migratory blackbirds.

I used my father’s magnifying glass to see “the onion” church so dubbed because of the shape of its steeple.  It is barely visible.  It is painted in the far away right side…I wish I had taken a close up shot.  There is a squirrel with a bushy tail in the lower left and two bobolinks in the tree, North American migratory blackbirds.  Go figure. Keep Reading

The Consequences of Abortion

Women’s Day was celebrated a few days ago.

I meant to do a tribute to all the women who made a significant difference in my life; the ones that molded me knowingly or unknowingly by modeling a life I admired for so many reasons.

Some are still on this side of the green grass, God bless them all.I could not find all the photos to stage them properly.

A call came that led me to decide that all women deserve a voice of admiration, counsel, and acknowledgement for being who we are, humans like men though designed to carry a child or more, and also beings with qualities attracting a sense of community.

Women gather people together as if by a nesting instinct.

We have been strong and we have been weak.  We have carried the lives of our own children and those of others.  We have “born” discoveries, inventions, hymns, poems, novels as well as more.  We have taken to living a life in chastity or the opposite.  We are beings who can rise to lift the hearts of the wounded, and we can do the opposite.  Like all humans, males alike, we take our first breadth to live.

Our interests may be vastly different yet we recognize something personal about one another.  Males and females have spiritual and physical yearnings.  It is an understanding seldom addressed and unfortunately seriously abused.  We are more than just bodies.  We have souls.

The subjects of discretion and indiscretion need to be addressed.  The value of intimacy seems not to be treasured.   Again, unfortunately, the carnal desires have taken precedence over the need to respect and honor the purity of souls.  Yes, I am suggesting that the physical desire to be intimately involved with another MUST first filter through the emotional need to feel safe, to feel right, and free just for being totally united in caring for one another’s emotions.  Sex for sex sake destroys a real relationship where peace and joy ought to abide in both hearts.  Intimacy outside of a relationship is troublesome. Keep Reading

The Lady Named EUGENIA, My Mom

My earliest memory of my Mom is wrapping myself in her skirt.  I was born in Brazil.  She wore skirts and took them off at the beach to swim in the ocean.  She paced herself elegantly wherever she went.  I recall watching her in wonder because she could wood burn any piece of wood and turn it into a treasure.  The designs were of her native country, Romania.  She had a flare for cooking though I was not allowed to disturb her, and to this day I try to recreate the wondrous soups she served, to no avail.  She read and she wrote.  She sewed and she embroidered.  She painted icons.  She was odd in that she was unpredictable in the face of being a priest’s wife.  She held her own opinions and standards about absolutely everything, and though she sought to be friends with others, people tip toed, as I did.

I remember my Dad softly calling her name “Gina” when it was obvious she was about to say something we wished she would not, like the time the wife of the President of the church board mentioned that in America women mostly had short hair cuts.  She was a lovely lady, and my Mom raised her big eyebrows, and announced the braid would stay on top of her own head.

She proudly told anyone interested that her name meant “well born,” and she was despite being a premature baby.  The oldest of seven, she was dearly loved by her family.  Unlike the gals her age, she left the parents’ farm in Timisoara, to go to Bucharest and attend the University.  She did some study of milk, and no one could know more about it.  Her degree was in Chemistry.  I remember feeling intimidated coming home from High School; to me, Chemistry class was close to Mandarin, Chinese, a language I had not heard of at the time.  However, it was my mother who told all the parishioners about the benefits of Chinese tea.  I didn’t know how she knew that and often wished she would say no more.  Those dear folks just nodded. Keep Reading

DESTINY : TO LIVE, TO DIE DEPART, AND ARRIVE

 

 

Death is an anticipation, like birth…

And from our earthly life to the spirit world…

No despair is overlooked by any human,

and most of all, not by our God …

He is our Father, even to any who deny Him.

Like many, I wonder too…how a spirit aligns

To the family on earth…with a purpose…

And I wonder which comes first?

What is missing that brings us to observe the earth?

We learn, we teach, we grow, and we are free to choose our fate.

Still, not our destiny here.  We are allotted time to finish the rare course.

We are each uniquely rare even in our nuances of soul-full divine colors.

However meek our assignment, we are first to fulfill its needed love quest.

On earth, as it is in heaven, His will is for each of us to love fully, unconditionally.

Love is kindness to all. Love is pure in all. Love is not superior for just some.

Love beckons us to be a light for one and all. Keep Reading