Tuesday, February 28, 2006


Be still and wait in patience,
for God’s promise is forever.

When a day has too many variables. . .
or a song too many notes . . .
. . . discord happens.

Recovery from discord lies in stillness.
Wait patiently.
Be still.

Be still and wait in patience,
for God’s promise is forever.

Monday, February 27, 2006

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peace place
Sun is shining today. I hung two flannel sheets to dry in the morning breeze. It felt so good to do something so simple again. This afternoon I gave them about 10 minutes in the light dry fluff cycle just to be sure there is no dampness remaining. Or BUGS. Humid here.

Reflections today on Psalm 130:

Out of the depths I cry to you;

O God, hear my voice!

Be attentive to my cry, my pleading.

My soul waits for you;

I count on your word.

My soul longs for you
more than the sentry for daybreak.
~ ~ ~ ~
Out of the depths I cry aloud.

Friday, February 24, 2006

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peace place
Are you thinking peaceful thoughts? If not, why not? Just because the world around us is lunacy does not mean we need to be negative and nasty too.

Actually for each negative thing I see, I feel called to do at least two related positive things to act as a kind of counter-culture to the nasty norms.

Listening to some folks this week discussing what they plan to "give up for Lent" and I felt like I landed on another planet.

Not that there is anything wrong with personal sacrifice, just that I feel it needs to be something of substance, of lasting value. Like... a friend of mine gave up coffee for Lent one year and she drank a cup of hot water at suppertime instead. She never went back to the routine of an evening cup of coffee.
Think of the savings.

So I am reflecting on what additional ways can I minimize my impact on this glorious planet. I already do not use my car at least one day each week. Perhaps I can plan my days more carefully and return to using the solar dryer more often. Hanging my clothes used to be fun.
That sounds like the focus for me this season.

How about you?

Thursday, February 16, 2006

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peace place

From the writings of JoanChittister, OSB:

"Benedictine spirituality is as much about good order, wise management and housecleaning as it is about the meditative and the immaterial dimensions of life.

Benedictine spirituality sees the care of the earth, and the integration of prayer and work, body and soul, as essential parts of the journey to wholeness that answers the emptiness in each of us."

I ask myself am I truly integrating all of these components?

Apparently not. I see significant gaps in the order and management in my own life.

No one can change that but me.

How about you?

Thursday, February 09, 2006

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peace place

Today would have been my Dad's birthday. If he were still alive, he would be 92. He forfeited his life to cancer in 1976.

Mother is 90. We shared memories today. It was too chilly for her to go out to the cemetary with the flowers we have purchased for his gravesite. So we will enjoy them here for a while and wait for a sunny day.

I was often clumping around, being somewhat noisy as a kid.
I thumped down the stairs from one "calamity" to the next.
Daddy affectionately called me Calamity Jane.

This morning I was living up to that name.
Before breakfast I must have dropped everything I touched.

Later in the day I told my niece I did not actually DROP the cereal box, since I never touched it. But I did CAUSE it to fall to the floor by bumping into the container adjacent to it!

We all had a good laugh about that.

As dear Bob Hope said... " Thanks for the memories. . ."

And may you find peace on your journey today.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

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peace place
From Psalm 37

Put your trust in God and do good;
you will live and enjoy security.
Find your delight in the Holy One;
your heart's desire will be granted.

Commit your life to God,
and justice will dawn for you.
Your integrity will shine like the noon-day sun.
Be still before God and wait in patience.

So today is calling me to trust and do good.
It calls you to do the same.

The world might be a better place if we all did these two things every day.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

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peace place
Today my prayer is for all people who are in assisted living or nursing home situations.. .

That they might find grace to accept the involuntary changes occuring in their minds and bodies. . .

Each day we all awaken to something physical that has begun its process of diminishment. . .

Each day we can each choose to honor that which we still can do . . .

Each day we face the new reality of our mortality. . .

Mother was sick this morning.
She has recovered.
We both hold those tenuous moments clearly in our hearts.

May we each be blessed with grace and Spirit to live with these truths with dignity and assurance and peace.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

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peace place I just have to share this today.

Is God Dancing On Your Potato Chips?

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Not too long ago I had "one of those days." I was feeling pressure from a writing deadline. I had company arriving in a couple days and the toilet was clogged. I went to the bank, and the trainee teller
processing my deposit had to start over three times. I swung by the supermarket to pick up a few things and the lines were serpentine. By the time I got home, I was frazzled and sweaty and in a hurry to get something on the table for dinner.

Deciding on Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, I grabbed a can opener, cranked open the can, then remembered I had forgotten to buy milk at the store. Nix the soup idea. Setting the can aside, I went to plan B, which was leftover baked beans. I grabbed the Tupperware container from the
fridge, popped the seal, took a look and groaned. My husband isn't a picky eater, but even HE won't eat baked beans that look like caterpillars.

Really frustrated now, I decided on a menu that promised to be as foolproof as it is nutrition-free: hot dogs and potato chips. Retrieving a brand new bag of chips from the cupboard, I grabbed the cellophane and gave a hearty pull. The bag didn't open. I tried again. Nothing happened. I took a breath, doubled my muscle, and gave the bag a hearty
wrestle. With a loud pop, the cellophane suddenly gave way, ripping wide from top to bottom. Chips flew sky high. I was left holding the bag, and it was empty.

It was the final straw. I let out a blood curdling scream. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" My husband heard my unorthodox cry for help. Within minutes
he was standing at the doorway to the kitchen, where he surveyed the damage: an opened can of soup, melting groceries, moldy baked beans, and one quivering wife standing ankle deep in potato chips. My husband did the most helpful thing he could think of at the moment. He took a flying
leap, landing flat-footed in the pile of chips. And then he began to stomp and dance and twirl, grinding those chips into my linoleum in the process!

I stared. I fumed. Pretty soon I was working to stifle a smile.
Eventually I had to laugh. And finally I decided to join him. I, too, took a leap onto the chips. And then I danced. Now I'll be the first to admit that my husband's response wasn't the one I was looking for. But the truth is, it was exactly what I needed. I didn't need a cleanup crew as much as I needed an attitude adjustment, and the laughter from that rather funky moment provided just that.

So now I have a question for you, and it's simply this: Has God ever stomped on your chips? I know that, in my life, there have been plenty of times when I've gotten myself into frustrating situations and I've cried out for help, all the while hoping God would show up with a celestial broom and clean up the mess.

What often happens instead is that God dances on my chips, answering my
prayer in a completely different manner than I had expected, but in the
manner that is best for me after all. Sometimes I can see right away
that God's response was the best one after all. Sometimes I have to wait
weeks or months before I begin to understand how and why God answered a
particular prayer the way he did. There are even some situations that,
years later, I'm still trying to understand. I figure God will fill me
in sooner or later, either this side of Heaven or beyond.

Do I trust Him? Even when he's answering my prayers in a way that is
completely different from my expectations? Even when he's dancing and
stomping instead of sweeping and mopping:? Can I embrace what He's
offering? Can I let His joy adjust my attitude? Am I going to stand on
the sidelines and sulk, or am I willing to learn the steps of the dance
he's dancin' with my needs in mind? I'll be honest with you: Sometimes I
sulk. Sometimes I dance. I'm working on doing more of the latter than
the former. I guess the older I get the more I realize that He really
does know what He's doing. He loves me and I can trust Him. Even when
the chips are down.

-- Author Unknown