When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
Luke 2:15 NIV
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 be 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, For Equilibrium, a Blessing
To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings
My recent post on the blog I co-write with Sue Bradford Edwards and Lori Strawn, praypower4today, led to my writing an incredibly short e-book on Kindle called Three Little Words. The catalyst for writing this teeny, tiny collection of three-word affirmations was inspirational blogger, the Lady Calen, of the wonderful blog, Impromptu Promptlings. I wrote this as a lark, and it’s so tiny I can’t even call it a book, more a booklet! So I wanted to thank Lady Calen and offer her these three words: you’re an inspiration!
This post from one of my favorite inspirational blogs really spoke to me today, so I thought I’d share it with you:
He will come again perhaps in snow
or baked earth like the first time,
no one knows.
And if today,
what would he make
of sleighs and bells,
garlands, garish green
and red everywhere?
Perhaps he would shake his head
and chuckle at the foibles of his siblings.
Or point out, with rather more force,
“That’s a lot of hoopla
for a baby born in a manger.”
I myself would turn it all away,
all the tinsel and trimmings,
for a single moment of pure love.
That is what he came for,
and that is what he died for.
And so I say:
To beings everywhere —
You are greatly loved.
(That sharp uptick in your heart —
that right there is Christmas.)
Re-blogged from a wonderful blog called B is for Blessed!
Permit me to re-blog this beautiful post from A Story by Me:
Remembering the souls lost on 9/11 today, and praying for families and survivors.
A while back, I wrote a poem for prayerpower4today, my blog with writing partners Sue Bradford Edwards and Lori Strawn, about the preciousness of life. With your indulgence, I’ll re-post it here as we honor the fallen today.
Live with Grace
The main thing I wish for you is this:
A rich, full life.
Even if you’re not rich.
Even if your belly’s not full.
The “for-now” -ness gets us all into trouble.
We say we’ll just take this job… “for now.”
Or stick with this relationship that’s a sinking ship….. “for now.”
For now is another way of saying, I accept less than I deserve.
So here’s the tricky part. Be content but don’t settle.
Expect great things.
Blast off in a rocket to reach the stars.
Build an eighth wonder in your imagination.
How would you live if you knew you couldn’t fail?
What would you do if you had all you ever wanted?
Would you suddenly know how to be happy?
Mr. Right doesn’t do that for you.
Growing a third eye and seeing into the future won’t make it clear.
It’s already there, all wrapped up inside of you.
Ask God’s help. Do it yourself.
Get on your knees and pray.
Get on your feet and walk.
Be about it. Now move.
Nothing like a heartwarming, true story to start the New Year off right! I read about a homeless man who was interviewed by Stanley Roberts of KRON-TV in San Francisco, and as it turned out, he was the original drummer for the band Santana. Roberts connected him with Carlos Santana, who plans to help his former bandmate. Marcus “the Magnificent” Malone, get back on his feet.
I read about this story first on the Christian Post, and in their article, the things they quoted Santana and Malone as saying sound like lyrics from a song yet to be written:
“You don’t know how afraid I am to let you see me,” Malone said, looking disheveled.
“You don’t know how hard I prayed to get to see you,” replied Santana.
Darn imaginary onions I wasn’t chopping! Great. There’s something in my eye now. Hope we have more stories like this one as the year goes on.
Re-blogged from BJ Richardson’s inspirational blog, The River Walk. Happy New Year to All!