Wednesday, November 26, 2014

breathing peace


Lord Jesus,

I know we are immensely precious to You.

I know nothing that happens in us or to us escapes Your notice or care.

Peace, be still.

The storm raged on the boat;  You calmed it with those words.

You can do the same for the storms within us.

What if, upon breathing in, we think or say out loud,

Jesus

...and, breathing out, we think or say

Peace, be still.

Perhaps this creates some space in us for You to work.

It's an exercise to dissipate anxiety, yes, but most importantly, it's a prayer, and a potential healing moment.

It's a garden of peace and rest in our soul that we visit and revisit, when our breathing is connected to Your Spirit.

Jesus...(in breath)

Peace, be still...(out breath)

repeat as needed

So important a medicine...done slowly...
slowly...

The inhale is the taking in and asking:

Jesus...

The exhale is receiving and allowing Jesus to calm the storm within,
and give peace to our body and soul.

Peace, be still.

What a gift.

As available,
and as present,
as the air we breathe.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

snow through a new lens

gentle flurries float down with extraordinary grace

looks like God is sending a soothing salve
on to this inflamed earth

...or are they

tiny angel paratroopers?

every day, deliverances
large and small
we need them, each and all





Sunday, November 9, 2014

you were made for this day

a wise friend blessed me with those six words.  here's my take on what they might mean:

    ------------------

all that has gone before
every last crumb of your checkered past: 

your first shot at life
your upbringing
downbringing
your swings and misses
victory marches
your combat tooth and nail
failures on your face
your public mistakes

your scrambling 
desolation
re-education
restoration
survival
and revival

all of them brought squarely into this moment
by Your Maker Himself
shaping you
with His powerful holy hand
into NOW

NOW

arising up from the dark soil of your  life 
there emerges this
vibrant fruit
to be harvested 
in ways you could never fathom
in your wildest imagination

you
were made
for this day.






Saturday, November 1, 2014

a moving day

sometimes
you get more of a lift

when you try to lift a piano
to help a friend to move

than when you play a piano
to try to
move a room

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