I think my migraines have totally addled my brain. I’ve had them all week, just when the A to Blogging Challenge began. I couldn’t find my blog on their Linky list, so I think I might have been removed for not posting. I DID post briefly yesterday about the Challenge, then removed my …
Every week, the women over at RevGalBlogPals, an organization formed to support women in ministry who also happen to blog, have a weekly feature, Friday Five, covering a variety of topics. This week, 3dogmom writes (the image above is hers also): It’s been a week of ups and downs at our house. On Tuesday I …
When people ask me why I’m studying theology, I usually just explain, “Well, I want to work as a chaplain, preferably in hospice.” Sometimes I just get a strange look, more often I get the look along with an “…oh, okay…” Occasionally a brave person will speak up and ask me what a chaplain actually …
God’s laughter emanating from the sky LAUGHTER CAME FROM EVERY BRICK Just these two words He spoke changed my life, “Enjoy Me.” What a burden I thought I was to carry– a crucifix, as did He. Love once said to me, “I know a song, would you like to hear it?” And laughter came from …
My favorite poet is Mary Oliver. Consider this: “When it’s all over, I want to say: All my life I’ve been a bride married to amazement”–Mary Oliver Question: In your life thus far, how have YOU been married to amazement? Related articles Quote for Today: Mary Oliver (synkroniciti.com) Poem: “Spring,” by Mary Oliver (thedoggerel.wordpress.com)
English: Minnesota state photograph “Grace” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“You say grace before meals.
But I say grace before the play and the opera,
And grace before the concert and pantomime,
And grace before I open a book,
And grace before sketching, painting,
Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing;
And grace before I dip the pen in the ink.”
Grace is everywhere, even in our darkest moments, when we feel unloved, alone, and unwanted. I’ve been there, through the pain of PTSD and major depression, the loss of both of my parents, whom I loved dearly, and the agony of infertility. And somehow, just when I’m on the verge of giving up all hope, that I have found God in my heart. I have found God in the deepest, darkest night, patiently waiting for me to notice. And I have discovered God the most in the mundane, every day things. St. Theresa of Avila once talked about finding God in “the pots and pans.” I figure that if God is found in washing the dishes, then God must be lurking everywhere, if we only have the heart to see!
That’s what this blog is about. My spiritual journey, discoveries of grace in the most ordinary places, my encounters with God on the bus, in Church, in my hospital room. It is about realizing that the little things really do matter.
THIS IS FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO KNEW AND LOVED MY MOM: Top Ten Things I Learned From My Mother (In No Particular Order) She always told me that love is the only thing that really matters. You can lose your possessions, your job, and your health, but you can always hold on to the …