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Had forgotten I wrote this. Appropriate for our political world today and my personal loss also. God is our bottom line.
I used to avoid reading the prophet Jeremiah. He seemed so negative, a real downer. But I’ve come to realize that he would make a great character in a modern novel. He has such a complex and conflicted personality.
Babylon’s long siege has brought terrible suffering to Jerusalem and its army is now battering the gates. Good old Jeremiah is loudly proclaiming, “Babylon is gonna win! They are going to haul King Zedekiah off. You might as well all defect and get it over with, because you can’t win. This is God’s retribution. You brought it on yourselves.”
Jeremiah’s really great for morale in a war zone.
But at the same time the Lord also tells Jeremiah to buy his cousin’s land officially, in front of witnesses, for the time when God will return Israel to Jerusalem. That would be like buying an ocean front house in Florida in the…
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November 6, 2018 A sad morning, but much gratitude that Julian, my husband of almost sixty years, did not have physical pain. I was able to hold his hand and tell him I love him as we listened to the lovely song he wrote at The Meadows. Then he quietly quit breathing as his heart stopped. Tonight children, grandchildren, and a great-grandson gathered to chose photos of joyful times with him to celebrate his life and love. There was much shared laughter at wonderful and funny memories punctuated by moments of tearful awareness of our loss. As hard as this year has been, my worst fears never happened and there were moments of beauty, joy, and love sprinkled generously through it all. I am very blessed.
I didn’t write this, but it says what I believe better than I can. We have labeled one another and simply quit listening to those with a different label. When that happens we all miss finding reality which is totally disguised by labels.
Lori Gallagher Witt Lynn Coffinberry Eileen Norman
This was started by a woman named Lori Gallagher Witt, the brilliance is hers, the rest has been edited to best express similar, though not identical, opinions of those passing the main ideas on.
An open letter to friends and family who are shocked to discover I’m a liberal… I’ve always been a liberal, but that…
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I thought I’d give this another run for those who didn’t ever see it. I think it gives some balance to my mystical bent.
Well, they’ve ruined my physical therapy now. All us old and lame had bonded and developed a sense of community as fellow sufferers who all now come in generous sizes and slightly lumpy shapes. Yesterday they started testing young male job applicants’ physical fitness for a local industry. So, here we old folks are gasping and sweating (and farting), while struggling to bend over two inches below waist level and these young hunks are flat handing the floor. I think I was two the last time I could flat hand the floor. If I was able to be invisible, I might actually enjoy watching them. (Dirty little old ladies should get to have fun too.) But realizing that I might be the cause of someone never marrying, because they were prematurely exposed to what a prospective wife might look and “sound” like at seventy-nine, is too much guilt to bear…
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This still says what I know in the deepest part of me and in the darkest times when I open my heart to Love.
The Love of God is the only thing
of any importance at all.
The Love of God is so incredibly different
and beyond compare
that it boggles our minds to believe in it,
never-the-less accept it.
No matter how much we have been loved
by family and friends,
no matter how famous and wildly adored
by the multitudes,
nothing has ever been more than
a barely glimpsed shadow
of the Love of God.
The Love of God is all that is necessary.
We need nothing more
than to know the unconditional love of God
with our whole mind,
to experience it with an open heart
until our spirit is so filled
with it, that we simply pass it on
by letting it overflow.
We begin to sense this Love of God
when we consider
the possibility that the creator of the universe
chose to walk in our skin,
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All of this speaks to me, but I love the part about weeping and laughing because we are paying attention~
I’m not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, “For the same reason I laugh so often- because I’m paying attention.” I tell them that we can choose to be perfect and admired or to be real and loved. We must decide. ~Glennon Doyle
did you ever forget how to be? how to love? how to live?
inquiry for today~ when the day feels weepy and drawn in, reach in and open to grace…..what does that feel like to you?
When someone says or does something that I find either obnoxious or unattractive- anything that my ego uses to separate myself from others- if I’m aware of that then I’ll just soften my eyes and fall back into that “something else.” That something else is what…
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This is my great-granddaughter’s blog!
Well here I am In the car on the way Georgia I’m going to be sitting here for six hours. We’re driving and driving and driving, I have my books the iPad my blanket and my family which includes a baby brother, dad, mom, And me. Six hours later we’re in Georgia and I see ice cream. So we get some ice cream and we go to our hotel and the first thing we did was go to the beach while dad was having a bike ride P. S. He is training for a triathlon. While we’re at the beach I climbed the beach rocks to get to the water I never got that far because as soon as I got to the wet rocks there were snails. Soon enough dad came to the beach to join us so we played in the sand. My little brother road on me…
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Sometimes when I reread something I have written in the past, I hear it and realize that I have been able to appropriate its truth in a new way since I wrote it. Sounds, and even seems to me, a bit weird, but it’s great when it happens. This post from some years ago is one of those that keeps on becoming more real in my life. a true blessing for me.
Spirituality is foreign to us, because it is paradoxical and few of us have had training in grasping paradox. We’re faced with the challenge of choosing to lose so we can win and die so we can live. And that takes grace rather than logic, morals, or ethics.
Opening to grace requires admitting we need it. And that’s the leap of faith that jump starts our spiritual journey.
The following are my paraphrases of the Beatitudes. I have translated the word “blessed” as meaning “open to grace.” The originals are in Matthew 5:3-11
Graced are the poor in spirit for they are not filled with self-righteousness, so they are able to be open to God.
Graced are those that accept the pain of loss for they will find the Comforter’s joy within instead of settling for pleasure to escape pain.
Graced are those who do not…
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