Images seen in my prayers bring me comfort, but I do not consider myself a mystic. I share and lay myself bare anyway. Where might it lead?
This is what I mean when I say I want to be a saint. Freedom to fully live into who I was Created to be without fear. Prayer is key.
Praying in the trauma bay has required me to confront my sense of powerlessness and making public my belief in prayer. In doing so I’ve experienced a shift in my ability to be prayerfully present.
This past week I fell down the comparison hole. Then Spirit reminded me that I need to be Mary and listen before I can be Martha.
Do you not know that you are God’s temple? And that God’s Spirit dwells in you? For God’s temple is holy and you are that temple. Corinthians 3:16-17 My heart sang as I read this passage during my prayers this week. How incredible is it that I am loved so very much that God’s Spirit …
The way to courageous surrender of Saints like Mother Mary, Francis of Assisi and Ignatius of Loyola is lots and lots of prayer.
I’ve prayed all my life, and yet, still, when someone asks me how to pray I’m struck dumb. As a chaplain, nowhere is my uncertainty around prayer more pronounced than in the trauma bay.
How the pressure to have a perfect New Year’s day helped me identify that my sense of isolation is of my own making.
Celebrating Jesus’ birth just as the light starts getting a little longer each day seems like grace: a double reminder that hopeful change is afoot.
I’ve always described myself as “spiritual but not religious.” I’m finding, however, that grace and transformation is found somewhere in the middle.