" I bought a cheap watch from the crazy man floating down canal.It doesn't use numbers or moving hands, it always says now.Now, you may be thinking that I was had, but this watch is never wrong.And if I have trouble the warranty said:Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On."Earlier today I read: Being in the wilderness, Brian Taylor says, requires that we become aware of our feelings and attitudes. Our questions of God can quickly turn into rejections of God. Trusting God often means that we deliberately take time to get a compass reading on our feelings and emotions.(
A compass reading on my feelings and emotions.
I shared with my youngest daughter this morning about today's reading and that I had identified one thing in my shadow as being "fear." Since then, I have continue to consider what fear is and what it keeps me from, every time I reach for something...and I see a shadow. Marianne Williamson has written about fear in a way that has blessed me before...and has again today. Our Deepest Fear. Wow...AMEN.
It is "Holy Work" to move past your own fear..."
It is Holy Work to wrestle with these thoughts, insights, and questions Joyce offers through these devotional readings.
I had not thought of the time spent with a cup and journal as doing Holy Work. Holding that insight, gives the time I am spending reading, searching for images and songs, and journaling a new feel, a new importance. Yet, in many ways I should not be surprised. The Breathprayers invite the Holy to be present. This evening, after a long and thought filled day:
Breathing in: Loving Presence.....Breathing out: ....I want to grow.1. How open or aware was I to the presence of God in my day?
2. What kind of nourishment did I receive? What kind of nourishment did I give?
3. Does anything need to be emptied out in order for me to be at peace tonight?
4. For what do I thank God as I prepare to enter into sleep?
Earlier today I was frantically searching, much like the woman searching for her lost coin, except what I was searching for really was not important except for my peace of mind. I became discouraged and defeated as the search came up empty. Then...when I had given up...my youngest daughter produced the objects. And she found them where I had originally thought they were placed only when I looked I looked past them.
I did not sense God in my searching and not finding.
Honestly, I was so paralyzed by all my negative thoughts, that when they were found, I was not even "present" enough to celebrate. And that saddens me. Yet, that moment is past and I cannot go back and recreate the gift of "the lost being found." I can, however, continue to learn.
The love and commitment of my daughter was blessed nourishment today. I pray that I was able to return at least a portion of that love back to her as the day progressed.
I watched the smoke from a burning ditch drift into the sky, creating lacy tails, like on a kite, swinging to and fro. I watched intently, expecting a red kite to suddenly appear above the dancing strands of smoke.
I was nourished and felt peaceful, returning to my WARM home.
Thinking of kites and what is possible when I let go and allow God to freely work within my life...by golly...when he is in control, I can fly! Amazing Kite Flying
God, teach me how to live without fear, to live acknowledging my shadow and learning from that shadow. God, teach me how to give myself over to you, trusting you to guide me through life...so that I can fly! For tonight, God of love and peace, give me and those who are reading Joyce's book, good rest and a peaceful sleep. AMEN.
Many Blessings ~ Sandi