Lap of God

Although there were many meadows of wildflowers on our family farm in the spring and summer, my favorite was nestled in the northwest corner on the edge of the forest. At the entrance of the forest, thick carpets of green moss flourished. Mingled in with the bright green moss and extending into the north meadow, buttercups grew in abundance.

That field of buttercups was the lap of God for me. It was a meadow of hospitality, a sanctuary for my fears. It was like going to a parent for comfort. I felt at peace there. It was as though some kind of holy energy oozed out of the ground and filled me with God.

– Macrina Wiederkehr, Gold in Your Memories, p. 22

Look all around you. Look well! Invite the “poet in residence” in your soul to accompany you through this day. There’s a whole world of memories out there waiting to be made. Live well, my friend. Stay well. Remember well. Make new memories. And abide!

– Macrina Wiederkehr, Gold in Your Memories, p. 156


I am always humbled by the infinite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.

– E. B. White, in Daily Inspirations for Women, p. 36


Having young kids, I am rarely alone with my thoughts. Someone always needs a drink of water or a clean shirt or urgent help getting the toy car out from under the sofa. I’ve learned to be mindful of God’s presence in all those moments, even when I’m flat on my stomach sweeping small vehicles and stale Cheerios out from underneath the furniture.

But there are times when I turn to Scott and say, “I just need a few minutes alone.” I retreat to the bedroom and close the door and lie down, staring at the light blue walls, breathing in the silence. I could feel guilty for needing to escape, but I don’t. Even Jesus needed to get away from the crowds every now and then, in order to re-ground himself and come back to the world refreshed.

– Ginny Kubitz Moyer, in Daily Inspiration for Women, p. 42

I often hide from prayer in books. Even Scripture can be a distraction. I use a study Bible that encourages my terrible habit of diving down rabbit holes to mull over various translations of ancient words, to consider the debate over authorship of the Gospels, or to cross-reference the Old Testament with the New. I used to try to pass this off as lectio divina–holy reading. But it isn’t really prayer. It’s research.

I’ve spent much time trying to pin God down, figure God out. I search in vain for answers our creator has chosen to keep hidden. Today I will be more like St. Anthony. I will put the books away and read the words of God in the world around me.

– Jessica Mesman Griffith, in Daily Inspirations for Women, p. 113

Simple pleasures

Summer doesn’t have to be about exotic vacations or extreme adventure camps. Think of the simple pleasures of childhood: digging in the sand or dirt, splashing in the rain, catching fireflies in a jar, skipping stones across the water, eating outdoors on a blanket. None of these activities costs extra money or even vacation days. They require no travel and very little time. But they feed the senses.

We might approach our faith the same way. Have we wandered from tht essentials? Are we exhausted by church politics or parish squabbles? Return to the first things this summer. Reconnect with the Jesus of the Gospels and the traditions that infused your childhood with mystery and meaning.

– Jessica Mesman Griffith, in Daily Inspiration for Women, p. 151

Pray as you can

Pray as you can,

not as you can’t.

– John Chapman


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