...there is music.
James Taylor has always been one of my most favorite musicians. And [to me] the Secret O' Life -- one of his most beautiful and meaningful songs. If the video doesn't load, please click the link above, and enjoy.
Today I Pray...
...a special prayer of healing for the sick
...fill their hearts with positive thoughts and energy
...surround them with love and caring
...refresh their spirits
...breathe Your strength and life into their hearts
July 31, 2009
July 30, 2009
When Angels Speak
Sometimes it's the flutter
of a butterfly's wings
Or the chorus of birds
in the trees
It's a pet's gentle purr
or wagging tail
A child's innocent eyes
silly giggles
popcicle kisses
and goodnight hugs
When angels speak
...Your heart smiles
Screeching brakes
without a crash
The phone call
to say "I've arrived"
A soldier's
first step on home soil
When angels speak
...Your heart beats
It's a cool breeze
on a sticky summer day
that wraps itself around you
like a scarf in winter
It's the hush
of a quiet morning
And the serenity
of a starry night
When angels speak
...You are soothed
It's the outstretched hand
that asks for help
The ones who inspire you
...to think
...to dig deeper
...to share generously
...to be more
....than you ever imagined
When angels speak
...Your heart soars
Today I Pray...
...with immeasurable gratitude
for the angels who have spoken
to me over the years
...some have names
...others just are
They've guided and protected
the ones I love
They've taken my breath away
with their beauty
And taught me to breathe
through anxious times
They've brought tears of joy
to my eyes
And helped me find peace
in the darkest hours
Today I also say a special prayer
for Kristin
...in your quest for clarity
please know
that you are an angel
who delivered
peace, hope and joy
Whatever I can do in return
for you...
would be a gift to me
of a butterfly's wings
Or the chorus of birds
in the trees
It's a pet's gentle purr
or wagging tail
A child's innocent eyes
silly giggles
popcicle kisses
and goodnight hugs
When angels speak
...Your heart smiles
Screeching brakes
without a crash
The phone call
to say "I've arrived"
A soldier's
first step on home soil
When angels speak
...Your heart beats
It's a cool breeze
on a sticky summer day
that wraps itself around you
like a scarf in winter
It's the hush
of a quiet morning
And the serenity
of a starry night
When angels speak
...You are soothed
It's the outstretched hand
that asks for help
The ones who inspire you
...to think
...to dig deeper
...to share generously
...to be more
....than you ever imagined
When angels speak
...Your heart soars
Today I Pray...
...with immeasurable gratitude
for the angels who have spoken
to me over the years
...some have names
...others just are
They've guided and protected
the ones I love
They've taken my breath away
with their beauty
And taught me to breathe
through anxious times
They've brought tears of joy
to my eyes
And helped me find peace
in the darkest hours
Today I also say a special prayer
for Kristin
...in your quest for clarity
please know
that you are an angel
who delivered
peace, hope and joy
Whatever I can do in return
for you...
would be a gift to me
July 29, 2009
Let the Curtain Rise
A sliver of a moon
In an indigo sky
Stars sparkling like glitter
Behind cotton ball clouds
Nightfall
Through the eyes of a child?
No - God's artwork
And the view
from my tiny piece of the world
In the distance
A storm
Illuminates the clouds
And the thunder beats
Like a drum roll
Standing there
I feel His presence
And with complete certainty
I know that
the show is about to start
So close to the big reveal
The curtain is about to rise
On the story of my life
Today I Pray...
...I've been listening
...I've been watching and waiting
and breathing in the goodness that
surrounds me.
An everyday blessing from You.
The vibration of Your work
rolls through me
Like the thunder that rolled through the sky
And I know I am exactly where
I am meant to be
Blessed
Grateful
Open to the infinity possibilities
That lie ahead
And most definitely
Happy
You've walked with me
You've guided me
You've steadied me
I'm ready for the next step
and the signs You're sending
say You know that too
Thank You, for never leaving my side
"Do not work for food that perishes but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For on him the Father, God, has set his seal." Mark 6:27
July 28, 2009
Lost and Found
When I was just
a little girl
I lost a precious gold locket
that I had received as a gift
When I realized my loss
I cried
My mother came up
and put her arm around my shoulder,
"Why are you crying?"
I told her what happened
And I sobbed into her tender embrace
"All is not lost," she said
"Did you ask St. Anthony for his help?"
"Who's that?" I asked, puzzled
by the introduction of this new saint.
"When you lose something," she said,
"Just say a prayer to St. Anthony.
He will help you find it."
"Pray like this...
Dear St. Anthony,
please come down,
something's lost
and can't be found."
"Or if you want to be less formal," she said,
"Tony! Tony! Look around!
My locket's lost and must be found."
My mother was now sitting
on the floor of my bedroom
with her legs stretched out in front of her
I laid my head in her lap
And closed my tear-filled eyes
Through sniffles,
I carefully repeated her words
"Dear St. Anthony,
please come down
my locket's lost
and must be found."
I repeated the verse
one more time,
and as I wiped
the tears from my eyes
I saw the sparkle of a silver jewelry box
that had fallen behind my dresser
"What's that?" I said,
as I crawled from my mother's lap
in the direction of the glimmering box
I laid on my belly and
reached under the dresser
to pull out the box
Sure as could be,
it contained my gold locket
I looked up at my mother
with wide-eyed amazement
Then looked to the heavens and said,
"Thank you St. Anthony!"
I still summon that prayer
anytime I've lost something
In fact, St. Anthony and I
have gotten fairly chummy
over the years as I frequently lose
my keys or sunglasses, or shoes
But this morning I thought of him
not because I lost a possession
But I fear sometimes that
I've lost my footing
on this uncertain path that I'm walking
Today I Pray...
Dear St. Anthony
Please come down
Life can be a bit like a maze
Sometimes there are dead ends
Sometimes you take wrong turns
Sometimes we just misstep
I don't know if I'm lost
or just so deep into this maze
That I don't know my way out
Please be that angel on my shoulder
helping to guide me on my way
a little girl
I lost a precious gold locket
that I had received as a gift
When I realized my loss
I cried
My mother came up
and put her arm around my shoulder,
"Why are you crying?"
I told her what happened
And I sobbed into her tender embrace
"All is not lost," she said
"Did you ask St. Anthony for his help?"
"Who's that?" I asked, puzzled
by the introduction of this new saint.
"When you lose something," she said,
"Just say a prayer to St. Anthony.
He will help you find it."
"Pray like this...
Dear St. Anthony,
please come down,
something's lost
and can't be found."
"Or if you want to be less formal," she said,
"Tony! Tony! Look around!
My locket's lost and must be found."
My mother was now sitting
on the floor of my bedroom
with her legs stretched out in front of her
I laid my head in her lap
And closed my tear-filled eyes
Through sniffles,
I carefully repeated her words
"Dear St. Anthony,
please come down
my locket's lost
and must be found."
I repeated the verse
one more time,
and as I wiped
the tears from my eyes
I saw the sparkle of a silver jewelry box
that had fallen behind my dresser
"What's that?" I said,
as I crawled from my mother's lap
in the direction of the glimmering box
I laid on my belly and
reached under the dresser
to pull out the box
Sure as could be,
it contained my gold locket
I looked up at my mother
with wide-eyed amazement
Then looked to the heavens and said,
"Thank you St. Anthony!"
I still summon that prayer
anytime I've lost something
In fact, St. Anthony and I
have gotten fairly chummy
over the years as I frequently lose
my keys or sunglasses, or shoes
But this morning I thought of him
not because I lost a possession
But I fear sometimes that
I've lost my footing
on this uncertain path that I'm walking
Today I Pray...
Dear St. Anthony
Please come down
Life can be a bit like a maze
Sometimes there are dead ends
Sometimes you take wrong turns
Sometimes we just misstep
I don't know if I'm lost
or just so deep into this maze
That I don't know my way out
Please be that angel on my shoulder
helping to guide me on my way
July 27, 2009
Unspoken
A thousand words left unspoken
Sometime
The silence hurts
Try though we may
To say what's on our minds
Sometimes
Silence
Hangs between us like
A thick curtain
In those moments
Void of your reassuring
Voice
I admit I fill the gaps
With worries
What did I do?
Why are you upset?
Don't I make you happy?
But then I try to
Remind myself
What I've learned
Over the years
To trust
What I know
Over the feeling
of silence
And remember
that even I
Like to be alone
With my thoughts
Sometimes
So I hold my breath
Giving you
More air to
Breathe
And I wait
For the cue
To exhale
Sometimes it's
Your booming laughter
Or a hug
held a moment longer
Or your head
upon my shoulder
Or a moment of vulnerability
when you share
the thoughts that had
stolen your words
But the beautiful thing
Is that you
Never fail me
Today I Pray...
...that your worries are few
...that you always know He is with you
no matter what thoughts weigh on your mind
...that we continue to respect each other's need to breathe
...and find ways to share the weight of each other's load
...that you know you can trust in me, like I trust in you
"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
Sometime
The silence hurts
Try though we may
To say what's on our minds
Sometimes
Silence
Hangs between us like
A thick curtain
In those moments
Void of your reassuring
Voice
I admit I fill the gaps
With worries
What did I do?
Why are you upset?
Don't I make you happy?
But then I try to
Remind myself
What I've learned
Over the years
To trust
What I know
Over the feeling
of silence
And remember
that even I
Like to be alone
With my thoughts
Sometimes
So I hold my breath
Giving you
More air to
Breathe
And I wait
For the cue
To exhale
Sometimes it's
Your booming laughter
Or a hug
held a moment longer
Or your head
upon my shoulder
Or a moment of vulnerability
when you share
the thoughts that had
stolen your words
But the beautiful thing
Is that you
Never fail me
Today I Pray...
...that your worries are few
...that you always know He is with you
no matter what thoughts weigh on your mind
...that we continue to respect each other's need to breathe
...and find ways to share the weight of each other's load
...that you know you can trust in me, like I trust in you
"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13
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