Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is […]
If you must be heard, let it be like the babbling brook, laughing over the rocks. If you must be seen, let it be like sunlight giving warmth and comfort to all. If you must be acknowledged, let it be as the eyes behold the skies in all their glory. If you must lead, let […]
Go peaceful in gentleness through the violence of these days. Give freely. Show tenderness in all your ways. Through darkness, in troubled times let holiness be your aim. Seek wisdom. Let faithfulness burn like a flame. God speed you! God lead you, and keep you wrapped around His heart! May you be known by love. […]
I will not die an unlived life, I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise… Dawna Markova
What God may hereafter require of you, you must not give yourself the least trouble about. Everything He gives you to do, you must do as well as ever you can. That is the best possible preparation for what He may want you to do next. If people would but do what they have to […]
Aidan’s statue, Holy Island Aidan stands. His head is close to the heart of the cross. His eyes, far-seeing, scan the horizon, the joyous venturing of little boats. A torch burns clearly in his grasp, a faithful challenge in his generation, meeting, listening, heart-connecting. In his shadow is a place I covet, a challenge in […]
Be open to the night… Pray with open hand, not with clenched fist… Shapes loom out of the darkness, uncertain and unclear: but the hooded stranger on horseback emerging from the mist need not be assumed to be the bearer of ill… The night is large and full of wonders… Lord Dunsany
Your love comes to me in the silence, ordinary. Like a child’s treasure I turn it over in the nook of my hand, warming its smooth heaviness. A thought of You, stony, clearly defined, drops as though down a deep well, is lost momentarily, then turns up a certainty in the heart. Cathy Hutcheon
Achsah waits for Othniel Capture a city: let us prove God there. Give me a field, though dry, unpromising and bare. Sink me a well to water all this land: let me draw deep. And feed me from your hand. Show me a cave, remind me of the past: embrace my exile. Tell me I’m […]
Restoration Song God called forth a people, and we responded to His call ‘Rebuild this ancient ruin, restore my city walls.’ He has led us day by day, as we listened to His voice and we were fed on finest wheat, and manna from the skies. When we started, we were strangers. We hardly knew […]