Archive for April, 2015


What if the other transitions in our lives were also births? What if all that pain and grief, that loss of control, that questioning and doubting, that fear and anxious anticipation, were also the labor pains through which something new and special might be breaking through?

— Margaret Silf, The Other Side of Chaos


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Feel a prayer

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods, and I’d look up into the sky — up — up — up — into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.

— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

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Only once

I expect to pass through life

but once.

If therefore, there be any

kindness I can show,

or any good thing I can do

to any fellow being,

let me do it now,

and not defer or neglect it,

as I shall not pass

this way


— William Penn

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Mother’s love

On the eve of my mother’s birthday,

six years after her death,

I rise in the deep of night.

On my way to the bathroom

a wide ray of moonlight

coming through the south window

stuns me with its brilliance.

I move toward its allurement

and stand with full attention

in the gaze

of the strong, full moon,

wondering why I feel blessed,

why this light coming from afar

has the touch of holiness,

why I want to gather it

around me like a sacred womb.

A quiet smile rests on my sleepy face

for I sense a mothering presence

vaster than my small awareness

can even begin to comprehend,

a mystery I step into

for a brief time

before slipping back into bed,

breathing dreams

I leave behind

when I awake to the forgetfulness

of another day.

— Joyce Rupp, “On the Eve of My Mother’s Birthday”, Fly While You Still Have Wings, p. 184

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Easter joy


come forth in us

like the Risen One

easily slipping

from the darkened tomb.

Come with Easter gladness,

robust power

easily pushing thick stone

from a tight enclosure.


come dance in us

like the Risen One

showing up unexpectedly.

Stir deadened grief,

startle sad eyes

into hopeful ones,

lift heavy curtains

of depression.

Emblazon your eastering

on everyone.


come go with us

like the Risen One

into everyday places.

Gladden hearts

that have given up.

Catapult the lonely

into communities of kinship

and lift the downcast

into summersaults of hope.

— Joyce Rupp, My Soul Feels Lean, p. 119-120

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Rekindle the light

Sometimes our light goes out but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.

— Albert Schweitzer

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United to God

What does it mean to be united to God?

There are plenty of days when a layer of something — lethargy, despair, stress — makes me feel distant from God. But just as spring always follows winter, I have found that if I give it time and pray, that barrier always melts away, like frost on a field when the sun comes up. There is a gradual thaw, and I am once again able to feel the warmth of the creator God, a presence that has been there all along.

— Ginny Kubitz Moyer, in Daily Inspiration for Women, p. 3

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