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A quiet light

Poet John O’Donohue writes that there is a quiet light that shines in every heart.  “It draws no attention to itself, though it is always secretly there.  It is what illuminates our minds to see beauty, our desire to seek possibility, and our hearts to love life.”


“Our hearts are broken . . .”


God comfort the families of those who were killed December 14, 2012 at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut.

Oh, Lord,
grant those who have died the joy of Your Presence,
and us who are living the happiness of knowing this.



prayer of listening

Like the joy of the sea coming home to shore,
May the relief of laughter rinse through your soul.

As the wind loves to call things to dance,
May your gravity by lightened by grace.

Like the dignity of moonlight restoring the earth,
May your thoughts incline with reverence and respect.

As water takes whatever shape it is in,
So free may you be about who you become.

As silence smiles on the other side of what’s said,
May your sense of irony bring perspective.

As time remains free of all that it frames,
May your mind stay clear of all it names.

May your prayer of listening deepen enough
to hear in the depths the laughter of God.
— John O’Donohue (from “To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings”)

thought for today

You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

– Psalm 139:1-6


It was funny how a little subliminal imagery could determine the course of love, she thought to herself, how small visual grace notes could trigger lasting emotional changes.

One Last Thing Before I Go by Jonathan Tropper (page 111)

it takes you by surprise


How to Recognize Grace
by Marilyn Chandler McEntyre
It takes you by surprise
It comes in odd packages
It sometimes looks like loss
Or mistakes
It acts like rain
Or like a seed
It’s both reliable and unpredictable
It’s not what you were aiming at
Or what you thought you deserved
It supplies what you need
Not necessarily what you want
It grows you up
And lets you be a child
It reminds you you’re not in control
And that not being in control
is a form of freedom

He will work in us

. . . No special guidance will ever be given about a point on which the Scriptures are explicit, nor could any guidance ever be contrary to the Scriptures.

It is essential, however, in this connection to remember that the Bible is a book of principles, and not a book of disjointed aphorisms. Isolated texts may often be made to sanction things to which the principles of Scripture are totally opposed. I believe all fanaticism comes in this way. An isolated text is so impressed upon the mind that it seems a necessity to obey it, no matter into what wrong thing it may lead; and thus the principles of Scripture are violated, under the very plea of obedience to the Scriptures.

. . . It is essential, therefore, that our “leadings” should all be tested by the teachings of Scripture. But this alone is not enough. They must be tested as well by our own spiritually enlightened judgment, or what is familiarly called “common sense.”

. . . God’s promise is that He will work in us to will as well as to do of His good pleasure. This means, of course, that He will take possession of our will and work it for us; and that His suggestions will come to us, not so much as commands from the outside, as desires springing up within. They will originate in our will; we shall feel as though we desired to do so and so, not as though we must.

. . . Above everything else, trust Him. Nowhere is faith more needed than here. He has promised to guide. You have asked Him to do it. And now you must believe that He does, and must take what comes as being His guidance.

The Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life by Hannah Whitall Smith

we can have real meaning

If God exists and we are made in His image we can have real meaning, and we can have real knowledge through what he has communicated to us.

– Francis A. Schaeffer, the God who is there

Francis A. Schaeffer


Enough for me to keep my soul tranquil and quiet like a child in its mother’s arms, as content as a child that has been weaned.
(Psalm 131:2)

a sort of worship

God has implanted in us the seeds of all greatness and it behooves us to see to it that the seeds germinate, grow and come to flower.  We must see learning and growing as a sort of worship. For God has implanted capacities and talents in us, and it is our sacred duty to finish God’s work.

–          Eric Hoffer [Eric Hoffer The Longshoreman Philosopher by Thomas Bethell]

stand still – stand still

Now I Become Myself

Now I become myself. It’s taken
Time, many years and places;
I have been dissolved and shaken,
Worn other people’s faces,
Run madly, as if Time were there,
Terribly old, crying a warning,
‘Hurry, you will be dead before-‘
(What? Before you reach the morning?
Or the end of the poem is clear?
Or love safe in the walled city?)
Now to stand still, to be here,
Feel my own weight and density!
The black shadow on the paper
Is my hand; the shadow of a word
As thought shapes the shaper
Falls heavy on the page, is heard.
All fuses now, falls into place
From wish to action, word to silence,
My work, my love, my time, my face
Gathered into one intense
Gesture of growing like a plant.
As slowly as the ripening fruit
Fertile, detached, and always spent,
Falls but does not exhaust the root,
So all the poem is, can give,
Grows in me to become the song,
Made so and rooted by love.
Now there is time and Time is young.
O, in this single hour I live
All of myself and do not move.
I, the pursued, who madly ran,
Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun!

– May Sarton

Godself is everywhere

Life is this simple

Life is this simple.
We are living in a world that is absolutely transparent
and God is shining through it all the time.
This is not just a fable or a nice story
It is true.
If we abandon ourselves to God
and forget ourselves,
we see it sometimes
and we see it maybe frequently.
God shows Godself everywhere,
In everything,
In people and in things and in nature and in events.
It becomes very obvious that God is everywhere and
in everything and we cannot be without God.
It is impossible.
The only thing is that we don’t see it.

–          Thomas Merton

new beginnings – a New Blog in 2012

Who knew that an Old Grandmother like me would so take to blogging.  But there you have it: although I don’t consider my posts a Diary or a Journal (that is why it is called a Blog, I suppose), it pleases me to jot down my thoughts and post about my interests.

Each and every day I am surprised by moments of Grace.

I may be the only person who ever reads these amateur jottings, but I think that is really not the point.  Actually, I think that the point of this exercise is that by ‘blogging,’ I have become more attentive to Moments of Grace – to the Daily Blessings.

A daily awareness has stirred my soul – and I am grateful.

Gratefulness itself is touched by Grace.

God’s blessings abound.