Sometimes, Heaven

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Sometimes, Heaven is right under your feet –

shoes off, velveteen blades

caressing your sole – soul.

Sometimes, Heaven hides behind your furrowed brow –

waiting –

for the right moment

to crawl down your cheek

in a single tear

into the light of day.

Sometimes, Heaven floats on the gentle currents above –

that shelter you

from the treachery

of the undertow below.

Sometimes, Heaven hammers at the door of miscommunication –

clambering for

and scrapping with the truth.

 

Sometimes, Heaven soars.

Sometimes, Heaven screeches.

Sometimes, Heaven caresses your cheek.

Sometimes, Heaven slams you against the wall.

 

But, sometimes – sometimes –

Heaven is just that.

Susan Ceely Phillips

 

Sustenance

Weather not always balmy

obstacles appear

amid swirling wind and storms

former experiences illumine

strong ropes:

faith, hope, love

Biblical passages apply over centuries

these guide

provide balance

become sources

of courage and strength

when mountains overwhelm

grasp ropes tightly

 

 

I Corinthians 13

“ And now these three remain: faith, hope, love. But the greatest

of these is Love.”

 

 

Lynn Doll

©2020

A Prayer Board

Prayer List

My current prayer board in my home office is crowded, jammed, overflowing, packed, and crammed, but it is not filled.  Each week, I update the board and use it in my morning prayers.  Collectively praying for those who need our prayers each day matters.  And it helps me to have a visual prayer list.  Who is on your prayer list this week?

Pray.  Stay at home if you can. Flatten the curve.  Take care of your family and your self.  Be safe. Pray.

 

Shared by Marcie Doll

Peace Within

“May today there be peace within. May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others.”

This is a story I have carried with me since 1982.  It involves my grandpa at the end of his life.  I can’t tell this story as the meaning is so deep, the words get stuck. So, I welcome the opportunity to write it down and share it that way with others.

My grandpa was 89 years old.  He still lived at home with his wife of 66 years.  They lived in the home built by my grandma’s father.  My grandpa lived on the same block his whole life.  They belonged to and were active members of Sts. Mary and Joseph Catholic church which overlooks the Mississippi River in south St. Louis, Missouri.  For many years, my grandpa had served as an usher.

At 89 years, my grandpa began to struggle.  He was restless, and he wasn’t sleeping through the night.  It wore on my grandma, so my uncle and my mom decided he needed to go into a facility where he could get the care he needed, and my grandma could get rest, too.

So my uncle called an ambulance to transport my grandpa to the facility.  When the ambulance came, my grandpa refused to go.  The ambulance driver said, “Come on, Mr. Z.  We just want to take you for a ride.”  But my grandpa knew better.  His body was weak, but his mind was fine.

My uncle didn’t know what to do.  So, he said a silent prayer, “Lord, please help me.”  Immediately, he had a thought – “Call the priest.”  This was an inspiration in the truest sense of the word.  I can still hear my uncle say, “It just came to me.”

Within a short time, the priest came to my grandpa’s home.  He asked my grandpa, “Henry, why don’t you want to go?”  My grandpa replied, “Because I don’t know if I’ll ever come back.”  The priest’s reply: “But Henry, it’s all part of God’s plan.”

My grandpa said no more. With that thought, he agreed to go in the ambulance. That reminder and my grandpa’s faith, which he had had his whole life, carried him through.

He died that night in his sleep.

My grandparents were an inspiration to me in so many ways, and I hope this story of my grandpa’s faith is an inspiration to you, too. Here is a picture of my loving grandparents in 1973.

Betty Grandparents 1973

This blog post was shared by Betty, who shares her stories of travel on her blog:  https://chambersontheroad.com/ 

 

The Gift of February

It can be hard to see the gift
if the country you’re in is North.

It can be hard to see the gift
if cold walled you within a fort
Of slouching and huddling
And turning towards ‘in’
To seek refuge from ‘out’
And bow low in chagrin.
It can be hard to see the gift
When love is all around,
But stretched far into your distance
Untouched – lost, not found
In chocolate or roses
That drug stores now sell,
Trying to say ‘alone’
Is equally as swell.

It can be hard to see the gift
If your faith calls you to walk
Toward the end before beginning.
Marching forth begins to balk
at commitment to let go,
at commitment to commit,
at the stretch of 40 days
Before the gift can remit.

It can be hard to see the gift,
But I can sense it in the air.
I can see it in the evening slant
Of light that wasn’t there.
‘February’s’ clunky with
a mystery in the ‘r’.
Is it shadowing a rodent
as the sun blinks from afar?
The gift we find in February
may press for searching long
to find the glow, what’s precious
in the shivering, wintry song.

If your find the gift in February
Do fan the spark of longing
to erect your self
and dissect the wall
To re-enter the world of belonging.

Susan Ceely Phillips

All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Ecclesiastes 3:20

Today is Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent.

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

 

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