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God is unwaveringly good — and we are unfathomably loved. That slays demons. -Ann Voskamp

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Gratitude isn’t only a celebration when good things happen. It’s a declaration that God is good no matter what happens.

This is brazen. In a cynical world, this is blatant and bold and subversive. This is Truth.

The best artists discipline themselves to practice their art. The best life artists practice the discipline of gratitude — which makes their life art. It is an aching miracle — how true masterpieces are always painted in the dark. – Ann Voskamp
http://www.aholyexperience.com

New Year. turn the page.

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Why not grow roses in your soul?

Don’t try to invent them,
it’s been done.
Don’t labor over making them,
it will happen.

Ask what the Beloved is doing in you,
ask again and again,
slowly,
until you see.

Ask what you can do to help,
to clear the space,
to hold the light,
and that will be your path.

And promise that no matter
how disappointingly plain
or outrageously beautiful the results,
you will husband the fruits
of God’s work in you.

Even if you spend the whole year
simply wondering
it will be a splendid year.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

yay, it’s Friday!

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Success is not a result of spontaneous combustion.
You must set yourself on fire.
– unknown

Find what you love and let it kill you,
fine advice from Bukowski.
Set your soul,
your very life, on fire.
Come alive with your passion.
Then let it loose
all over your world.
Feed it well.
Let it breathe.
Until your songs
rise from the ashes
of what used to be
your broken life.
It now glows beauty –
warms the worn and tired.
Your voice speaks grace to the lonely pilgrims,
the ones with the bleeding feet,
resting. or struggling, along the way.

AL 11/21/13

live your calling

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a little fire will warm – too much fire will destroy

Poems come and go. Captured moments, feelings or pictures in time, but there are days which come and last forever. Yesterday was such a day. Yesterday I got very righteously angry. I don’t like to be angry, I try at all costs to avoid it. I do not like the feeling I get, I do not like this passionate, loud superhero-gone-vigilante that comes forth and melts the air and sets fire to the rain. I am a very passionate person, and I so I am very careful with my anger.

I have been caregiving for 2 very sick people for the past 6 months. One, a man who I had dated for 2 years and ended it 2 years ago. The other his mother, who has advanced Alzheimer’s and dementia. It has been the most difficult, invisible and thankless job I have ever done, and I learned so much about illness, about Alzheimer’s and dementia, about the long shadows of abuse, about being of service without trying to ‘fix’ others. Lots of learning to stand firm against the revolving emotions of Alzheimer’s fluctuating emotions and quirks. Lots of lessons on supporting a sick person without enabling them to become a victim, or victimizer. Lots of grimy lessons in patience and clean up of horrible human messes. Lots of eye opening lessons about incontinence, medical stuff I have no desire to know, and lots about loss of control and dignity. Lots of watching a man not fight for his life. Lots of watching this man do exactly opposite of the Doctors orders. Lots of watching victim mentality drain the strength, and very life, out of a man. Lots of prayer and meditation to keep death away and be a healing presence without becomin7c71f7d9342debc5b4cade54240fa037g an enabler. Lots of care, and prayer and meals and laundry and pills and loneliness and…and …

In the past 6 months I have been through a very wide range of emotions…then yesterday…came the anger.

I was thinking last night and it was over 10 years ago since I was as angry as I was yesterday.

As I wake this morning, and think about yesterday, I realize that I have learned a lot over these past years, I have grown intimate with Christ, and the very walk and way of Christ, which has born much fruit, even in my anger. Jesus said to be “angry and sin not”. I did that yesterday! I was appropriate in my anger, I was in control of my anger and did not carry that anger forward to others, I worked through it and let it go. I then assisted the person who I was angry with to get help from the appropriate sources and I stayed responsible to finish this task of service I am currently called to as caregiver for his mother, until it is completed later this week.

I am not proud, I am astonished. haha This is not my doing. This is spiritual grace and, maybe even a little, maturity??? 🙂 I’m going to stay very humble on this. I know myself. I know that anger is a very toxic and hazardous weapon. I do not want to be an angry person and I will continue to go well beyond the extra mile to avoid it, but I am not quite so afraid of it today after my experience yesterday. I am actually happy that I allowed myself to experience and demonstrate my learning, and the self control, God has taught me on this path of discipline I have walked.

This morning I can see, with a brand new perspective,  that anger can, in certain instances, be a healthy tool which is needed at times. I am glad this moment of anger is behind me. I am thankful for these lessons. I am so thankful it worked to help someone, hopefully, begin a path to living life abundantly, and I truly hope it is WAY more than 10 years before I need to use that tool again.

close your eyes

I closed my eyes
and returned
to people,
and places,
I love.

I closed my eyes
and opened
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to magic,
and mystery,
I fell in love.

I closed my eyes
and committed
my life
to God, my father,
and Christ,
my soul’s beloved.

I closed my eyes
and saw
a new heaven,
and earth,
a world of love.

I closed my eyes
and found
myself,
within myself
deep calling to deep

I closed my eyes
and sang
my words,
songs you gave me,
my love song to You.

AL 10/09/13

blessing

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driving slow on Sunday morning…

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just keep doing good…even if you think no one sees…it’s important

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surrender

Mid-September. The sunrise is getting late, creeping around the side of the house a little farther each day. Garden leaves 8are curling. A new set of kids are waiting for the bus now.  This morning they are finally willing to wear coats.  A sheet is draped over the morning glories on the mailbox against the night cold. In the meadow the rising sun lays its yellow fan among the trees, the grass the color of the rising sun. Trees begin to emerge from the solid green of summer into different shades of yellow and ochre, some reds.  Here and there a tree goes ahead, a single branch flames out. Overhead a squiggle of geese pass by, schoolgirls chattering on their way south, only at the moment they’re headed east.  The Panellis have built a ramp up to their front porch. The flowers in the pot that I broke are doing OK in the new pot I stuck them in, though it’s too small.  The old pieces are still lying there, behind the corner of the porch.  I need to call my sister.  In the early morning the ornamental grasses wear little crowns of light.

Surrender looks different for each of us.

__________________
Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Days of wine and focus
8of hanging on
of seeking strong
of keeping faith
of sitting still
of being silent
of standing in my own shoes
of letting go
of allowing the mystery
of hearing the call
of accepting what is
of not crossing borders or boundaries
of opening and opening
of trusting the journey
of seeing the face of God
of surrender into something bigger than I can know
of making the daily commitment
of acknowledging the grace
of thanking for everything
of looking for the miracles
of talking to trees
of taking time to prepare
of expressing my love
of helping in time of need
of following my own path
of obedience rather than sacrifice
of taking my shoes off for the holy
of love and love and love
of all things love

AL 9/17/13

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