Greetings and Joy in Abundance!

Ever wonder why some people seem to be floating through life and others stumble?



I wonder this, and seek to find ways to float instead of stumble. Maybe you would like to join me in this search.

Seeking a closer relationship with God seems to allow my life to float along a little easier.







Phillipians 4:5-6 tells us to reveal our gentleness outwardly, that God is near and that we should not be anxious about anything, but through prayer and petition, we should thankfully approach the Lord with our concerns.

As a high energy person, my anxiety can run high. I am constantly seeking ways to leave my concerns at the foot of the cross.



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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Resources

I was thinking today about the resources that we have - natural resources and human resources; renewable and non-renewable.

Do you remember your science class that taught you so much about these things?  I remember talking about the need to find alternative resources to the energy producing coal and oil we were using (in the 1970's) and the growth of wind and solar energy.

Kind of funny to me that 40 years later, we are talking about the same things.  I find part of this interesting because I can see that God's hand is in it all.  The design of this world is to sustain human lives and the design of human life is to reflect the glory of God. 

The infinite nature of God does not permeate through the earth or the beings that live on it.  The cycle of life shows through the entire earth, the universe and beyond into things we have not yet even discovered. 

Think of what we know now about our world and what we knew 1000 years ago or 2000 years ago.  Some of the mystery of life has been revealed, but not all.  There is still charm and mystery in our world.  Can we grasp a little of this and hold on?  I watch my young niece and the amazement in her eyes when she discovers something new. 

Do you allow yourself that childlike state when discovering new things?  God tells us to come to Him as a child - to approach our faith this way, excited about discovering new things - utilizing our resources in a way that is honoring and pleasing.  Human resources is not just about jobs.  It is also about how we care for one another and how we treat one another. 

Use this day to remember that humans are a resource - a valuable resource, and we are not renewable...we are each unique and needed!  God bless you as you seek to find ways to be a resource to others today!

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Gentle Breeze or Hurricane Force?

I was taking a break this afternoon, just floating in the pool and was grateful for the gentle breeze that was calmly moving me and touching my cheek.  It was then that I thought about wind.  Wind is one of those elements that is hard to explain, and I have always marveled at it.  It seems to move indiscriminantly.  without care or concern.  Suddenly, it will change direction and leave you from enjoying a breeze to being overwhelmed with heat. 

As a sailor (another time we'll talk about learning to sail) I remember being often exasperated by the lack or overabundance of wind.  So, why this obsession with wind?  You can't see it, taste it, catch it or change it.  You can redirect it or move it faster or slower with a fan or a screen, but you will not stop it even with a concrete wall if it is hurricane force or tornadic in nature. 

Are we as people similar to wind in our minds?  Do our thoughts run these same courses as the wind?  Hmmm.  The rustling of the leaves and the gentle ringing of the chimes seem to be calm thoughts.  The severe hurricanes and tornadoes seem to be our anger and irate behavior.  Wow.  Yes, I think I can make that leap. 

Have you ever found that listening to a calm ocean, a gentle brook or a rustling of leaves by a slow and steady breeze actually calms your thoughts?  Well, I do know this - God created the heavens and the earth, all that is above and beneath what we see and hear.  God is the source of all things, so why wouldn't we be moved by that which is connected to us?  I don't pretend to understand it all, just to be amazed and grateful. 

“As you do not know the path of the wind, or how the body is formed in a mother's womb, so you cannot understand the work of God, the Maker of all things.”- Ecclesiastes 11:5

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Ever Reaching

Where do our fingers end?  Sometimes when I see babies fingers, so long and dainty, always reaching and stretching, it makes me wonder about the hands that made us.

What do God's hands look like?  When I was a child, I took piano lessons.  I enjoyed those lessons, but Mrs. Vantella (sp) was very hard on me - wrapping my knuckes with that ruler saying, "fingers up, dear, fingers up!" 

I remember thinking on those piano lesson days about my fingers and how they were very long (my fingers were long when I was young, they just didn't grow a lot...) but when I curved them to play the piano, my fingers suddenly became shorter.

I also would think on my walk home (3 blocks uphill) how fortunate I was that my fingers were long.  I had a friend who took piano and she could not reach a whole octave with her fingers.  I used to think a lot about how we were all made differently on my walks to and from school, piano lessons, the corner store...I had lots of time to think back then.  I guess it was the lack of ipods.  I always had a pretty good two or three blocks to the house by myself, and it was good time to think.  Today, I suppose if I were walking, I would have an ipod or a cell phone to occupy me.  I wonder if we don't encourage plain thinking anymore. 

Well, thinking leads to dreaming for me.  I would daydream all the time about this or that.  Such a great inventor of tales!  Well, in my mind, God's fingers were very long.  My fingers and the fingers of all the babies born with long fingers were just like His.  I have often wondered about the "hand of God" that they talked about in church all the time.  Really, don't you think that God's fingers are long?  I wonder what they are made of...do you think it is sinew and bone?  Do you wonder? 

Does it matter?  I don't know.  I just know this...that as a little girl, it mattered very much to me.  I thought my fingers looked just like God's.  I also thought that everyone's fingers looked just like God's.  Because I knew that every person was made in the image of God.  I couldn't explain it, but I understood it.  I still do.  We are fashioned and created and displayed as a piece of God.  We display who God is to one another.  Without the rest of us, the picture is incomplete.  Think about this: together, we make up the whole picture. 

My cousin Erin wrote a poem about our family one year.  She was an amazing young lady.  She got it.  She wrote, "When I look in the mirror I can't help but see 20 other faces smiling back at me..."  The poem was about how each of us were unique, but all from the same bloodline - all connected - all saved and redeemed - all going the same direction - all one body - all one family - and I remember reading that poem she gave me for Christmas and crying, knowing that she meant every word and how we were a microcosm of the world.

I think that we are ever reaching for God - stretching ourselves to the limit to find that true source of hope and love - and God is ever reaching for us - to save us and keep us to Himself - are you reaching?  Maybe you don't know what you are reaching for.  Take a look at your neighbor - is that it?  Take a look at yourself - are you modeling it?  Well, I think in my mind, that is what God means when He tells us to Love God with all our heart, soul mind and strength and love our neighbor as ourselves.  If we model it, then we will see it in our neighbor, don't you think?  Maybe when we look at the mirror and we see all the faces smiling back at us, we will see the love of God shining through!  That's what I see in the mirror - God's holy goodness smiling through my family in my face.  God bless and keep you, Erin Kathleen Breen.  I miss you dearly and know that you are having all the moments of forever to praise God in the highest and holiest of holy days.  I will see you someday soon.  Hold a place for me next to the rest of them, dear.  Where we go one - we go all.

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A quiet moment of reflection