‘In the midst of the thicket,’ we’ve not necessarily lost our way. Let our friends reassure us.

These are the two take-aways for me from In gratitude to friends, Mags Blackie, most recent post. This message is particularly comforting to me just now. My interior life, this blog are being sorely challenged just now and for the foreseeable future, as life has seemed to intervene with priorities that can’t be set aside.

I’ll write about what’s going on at some point. But, as with Mags, I’m processing now. I’m having to try harder than usual, it seems, to keep God uppermost in my thoughts and prayers, to remember to practice His presence, to even take time to sit briefly and bask in the warmth of all the loving posts from all of you.

I miss you and our conversations and will be back as soon as I can to participate more fully in our community. Until then, I give thanks to God for each of you and the work you’re allowing God to accomplish through you. You’re a very special blessing to me.

Prayer in the Calm Times

An excellent (and for me, timely) piece from Becky Eldredge  via Prayer in the Calm Times at dotMagis.

Here’s just a snip:

First and foremost, we keep showing up to prayer and to our time with God. Second, I often find, it is helpful to lean on a prayer tool that can help us name the fruits of our prayer. Two of my favorites are the Examen and a Litany of Gratitude. Being intentional about praying the Examen in a dry period of prayer helps us to name the outward fruits of our prayer. While we may not feel the fruits of our prayer inwardly, the Examen can help us see outward signs of God working through us, within us, and through others.


Meditation 1 – God loves generous hearts

The Catholic Church has a pamphlet that I find tremendously comforting.

It’s titled “A Meditation Before the Blessed Sacrament.” Consisting of 14 meditations, it encourages our prayers and meditations. (Your local church likely has copies available).

I’m going to reflect on one meditation from this pamphlet each day for the next couple of weeks. As I do, I’ll post each one on my Meditation page.

The first meditation says:

My child, you need not know much in order to please Me; only love Me dearly. Speak to Me as you would to your mother, if she had taken you in her arms. Have you no one to recommend to Me? Tell Me the names of your relations; of your friends; after each name add what you wish Me to do for them. Ask a great deal: I love generous hearts that forget themselves for others.

The first consolation I received from this meditation is the message that I need not know more than a little child in order to be pleasing in God’s sight. What a relief! I think little children have an easier time pleasing God than we grown-ups — or “grumps,” as adults were called on an old episode of Star Trek back in the 1960s.

Here, God encourages us to be generous to others in our lives and reminds us of others we might consider, who may be in need of His favors.

It reminds me that God can’t work miracles through anyone who has shut him or herself off from family or friends or community. It’s through our own generosity — of wealth, certainly, but also of our talent, time, affection, and spirit — that God blesses us and through us, our world.


I want to reflect today about the whole issue of ‘things.’

I get the importance of being detached from material possessions. I finally off-loaded years of accumulated stuff…things I was storing for the kids, things left by parents and grand parents, childhood toys and memorabilia, closets full of things long forgotten that I’d bought in quantity “on sale” and then lost among all the rest of the stuff in the back of the closet or the cupboard or the drawer or the garage or the shed or the storage lockers.

The whole process took nearly six months and a move to a new home with just half the size of our old one. I promised myself that I’d only keep what I cherished or what I planned to use.  What an amazingly few things survived this purge. And how liberating it was to let go of the rest. For me it became a nearly religious experience, as I realized only after it was all gone the tremendous lightening of heart I felt by just giving it all away.

Still, what about all those things I held onto? The things I still have?

My husband and I were recently displaced from our home by water damage, which required much of the living room, dining area and kitchen to be pulled out and replaced. We were fortunate that nothing of real value was damaged. But as we have moved about for nearly nine weeks from place to place awaiting our home to be repaired, I discovered not only the disorientation of being in unfamiliar surroundings, but a surprising sense of consolation and warmth as we began to reclaim our home and all our things…those cherished things that I retained from ‘the purge.’

The comfort I feel being surrounded by these familiar things, all in their proper places (where I can go without even thinking and find just what I’m looking for) is so extreme that I felt a need to assess. Am I too attached to them? Do they represent something unhealthy?

The things I’m talking about aren’t valuable to anyone but us. The old pocket watch from my grandfather. The little statute of a band conductor, made by a close family friend and given to my father-in-law, who was also a band conductor. The paper mache statute of an angel playing a guitar that was my mother-in-law’s. The little marble dish with birds on the rim, a gift from me to my mother, which I know she cherished because she gave it a special place in her home from the day she receive it. The 70+ year old whetstone in its original cardboard box, now completely soaked with the oil that Dad used each time he sharpened a knife to a razor-sharp edge. The ceramic plaque my daughter made in high school.  They each hold special memories. Even new stuff, like the Greyhound bookends I bought just a few years ago, remind me of our sweet Greyhound, who gave us so much joy for so many years.

Each of these things is precious in what it represents. They each comfort me with memories of the avenues through which God has loved me – through the people and pets and books and experiences – gifts He has given me throughout my life. When I see them, they anchor me, assuring me of His amazing love for me. They remind me of joyful times and once in a while, of sorrowful times, but always they console me with the memory of the many, many ways I’m connected to and blessed by His love.