Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Thy Word

"As the rain and the snow come down from heaven,
and do not return to it without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower
and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it."   Isaiah 55: 11

You amaze me how you give a word in due season
that not only cheers my heart, affirms my identity,
reiterates your promises, heals my soul, lifts me up,
gives me courage, instructs my mind,
sets my feet on steady ground,
but so much more!

You send that word as gift
making sure your heart's desire
and holy purpose are established forever.
How can I thank you enough?
You, who alone can do such great and marvelous deeds!

I love you, Lord,
and I lift my voice.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Isaiah 57:19

How comforting is it to remember the words of the Lord?

May He guide you and restore comfort to you and yours!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Fire of Love

"The man (or woman)
who burns with the fire of divine love
is a son (or daughter)
of the Immaculate Heart of Mary,
and wherever he goes,
he enkindles that flame;
he desires and works
with all his strength
to inflame all men
with the fire of God's love.

Nothing deters him:
he rejoices in poverty;
he labours strenuously;
he welcomes hardships;
he laughs off false accusations;
he rejoices in anguish.

He thinks only of how
he might follow Jesus Christ
and imitate him by his prayers,
his labours, his sufferings,
and by caring always and only
for the glory of God
and the salvation of souls."
-- St Anthony Mary Claret--

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Melt Me

My honey ran off to the store to satisfy our sweet tooth and brought back cinnamon rolls.
And as if it wasn't rich enough I melted some butter to pour over the top.

In the Eucharistic chapel the next morning, it seemed a stereo was silently playing in my mind. I could hear a Welsh folk tune--the familiar children's lullaby "Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee, All through the night; Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night."

Why the lullaby? Remembrances of rocking my own children with hopes of them sleeping in peace fleeted through the archives of my mind.

The songs faded and now words silent, just spoken interiorly, proposed this sweet invitation: "I want to hold you, rock you, comfort you as a mother does her child. I want to transport you  to a place of deeper rest in me."

"Why is that so important? Why such deep rest?" I questioned.

"Resting, not sleeping," I understood Him say. "It is a holy relaxation. Melt into Me. Out of this deep rest in me, I want you to live your life." I repeated this with whispering lips.

My mind responded, "Then I need to enter into the rest each morning...I need to listen, to hear what You say, otherwise there'll be no deep rest in You."

The image of butter on the cinnamon roll came back and how I melted it to pour over the top. If I had stuck a little slab of cold butter on, it wouldn't have been as delicious. It was the melting that enabled me to pour out the liquid over the top. And that made it so good.

What happens when something melts? Molecules are moving--fast! When they're heated they absorb the thermal energy and start to vibrate. Energy increases when something melts.

Oh, wow! Do I start to vibrate when I melt into the Lord...when I sit in the heat of His presence? Isn't that the same thing that happens in His presence--the heat, the melting, the transforming, the enlightening, the energizing, the liquifying for the pouring out?

Look at the radiant light!

Draw me into your presence, O Lord, where I am melted so that I can be poured out for others. Amen!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Our Lady

Our Lady is calling us to make a decision for God. Because in Him is our peace. This world is not able to give us peace. That peace which the world offers us will very quickly disappoint us. That is why we must make a decision for God. That is why we must accept these treasures which are eternal. He alone is not temporary. Everything else is passing. We are on this earth only as pilgrims. We are on a journey. That is why we must make a decision. We must decide to walk the right way.”   Ivan Dragicevic