I was texting with my prayer partner last night. She is feeling a little over busy and is concerned that she may be losing sight of her call. It happens and I can relate. In the Honeymoon phase when you are so on fire you sign up for every retreat, society and mission that you can work into your schedule. You fill your day with commitments that are more about doing then about being.
Prayer becomes rote and there is little meaning. Though in times of aridity it is right to continue praying. We want to be careful not to become "whited sepulchers" more concerned about the Law than the Spirit of the Law. We don't want to be: just seen praying. We must pray! But it is not important to let others always see or know that we are indeed praying. We continually must evaluate our motivation. It is a delicate balance. I like to remember that Jesus often times appears to be overwhelmed by the crowds. He takes time to go to a quiet place to pray. We need to do that too. Prayer is the battery charge that keeps us going and gives meaning to our lives.
So I was praying about my prayer partner this morning and I thought of Martha and Mary. In Luke 10:38-42 we read:
"As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where
a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called
Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha
was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to
him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do
the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" "Martha, Martha," the Lord
answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one
thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be
taken away from her."
I am a lot like Martha. I run around and make sure that everything is as it should be and only stop when exhausted and a little upset that no one was helping me. Though if I am honest they wouldn't do it the way I want it anyway.
I struggle to be like Mary. I want to sit quietly at the feet of Jesus, but my mind starts to wander with all the things that I need to get done. I am making mental lists of lists. I find being quiet difficult! I can hide in my busyness. So I try and practice being quiet. I try to listen.
So dear prayer partner if you want I am willing to change places though I think we both need to take a breath, go to a quiet place, and listen. I believe that He is calling...
~Cindy
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Monday, September 30, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
A Miracle a Day
Psalm 102
O Lord, listen to my prayer and let my cry for help reach you.
Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Turn your ear towards me
and answer me quickly when I call.
For my days are vanishing like smoke,
my bones burn away like a fire.
My heart is withered like grass.
I forget to eat my bread.
I cry with all my strength
and my skin clings to my bones.
I have become like a pelican in the
wilderness,
like an owl in desolate places.
I lie awake and I moan
like some lonely bird on a roof.
All day long my foes revile me;
those who hate me use my name as a curse.
The bread I eat is ashes;
my drink is mingled with tears.
In your anger, Lord, and your fury
you have lifted me up and thrown me
down.
My days are like a passing shadow
and I wither away like the grass.
And then His Face shone upon me...He gave me a new grand daughter. A baby always seems like a promise of the future to me. Thank you Lord, for her safe delivery.
And then His Face shone upon me...He gave us good results on my husbands chemo.
And then His Face shone upon me...The primary results from the Tribunal look positive.
Thank you for your tender mercies....
Cindy~
O Lord, listen to my prayer and let my cry for help reach you.
Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Turn your ear towards me
and answer me quickly when I call.
For my days are vanishing like smoke,
my bones burn away like a fire.
My heart is withered like grass.
I forget to eat my bread.
I cry with all my strength
and my skin clings to my bones.
I have become like a pelican in the
wilderness,
like an owl in desolate places.
I lie awake and I moan
like some lonely bird on a roof.
All day long my foes revile me;
those who hate me use my name as a curse.
The bread I eat is ashes;
my drink is mingled with tears.
In your anger, Lord, and your fury
you have lifted me up and thrown me
down.
My days are like a passing shadow
and I wither away like the grass.
And then His Face shone upon me...He gave me a new grand daughter. A baby always seems like a promise of the future to me. Thank you Lord, for her safe delivery.
And then His Face shone upon me...He gave us good results on my husbands chemo.
And then His Face shone upon me...The primary results from the Tribunal look positive.
Thank you for your tender mercies....
Cindy~
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Instant Happiness
There it was at the checkout line in Wal-Mart hanging among the cards for iTunes, AT&T, Cheese Cake Factory...Instant Happiness for only $25.00
I grabbed it thinking this is just what I need...happiness and instant no less. Much to my chagrin it was for the Chipotle Restaurant.
So many times we want life to be easy. Easy is good we think, but God has different plans. He knows that we need struggle in our lives. It seems that we grow most during the times of struggle.
When God had Moses leading the Israelites out in the desert he fed them with manna, provided water and the 10 Commandments. And still they grumbled and whined and complained and then threw a party worshiping another god. They were looking for Instant Happiness.
Every morning I pray the Divine Office. The morning pray starts out:
God, come to my assistance.
-Lord, make haste to help me.
Yes, Lord make haste to help me for I am not doing such a good job lately. I am angry, tired, frustrated, stuck, hurting and longing for some happiness.
So these are my intentions for the day:
Soften my sharp tongue for it cuts deep.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to be patient.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to offer up my small suffering, for yours was greater by far.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to realize that I am not stuck, only standing in front of you, Lord waiting.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to see that happiness is in me waiting for me to open the door.
Lord, make haste to help me.
~Cindy
I grabbed it thinking this is just what I need...happiness and instant no less. Much to my chagrin it was for the Chipotle Restaurant.
So many times we want life to be easy. Easy is good we think, but God has different plans. He knows that we need struggle in our lives. It seems that we grow most during the times of struggle.
When God had Moses leading the Israelites out in the desert he fed them with manna, provided water and the 10 Commandments. And still they grumbled and whined and complained and then threw a party worshiping another god. They were looking for Instant Happiness.
Every morning I pray the Divine Office. The morning pray starts out:
God, come to my assistance.
-Lord, make haste to help me.
Yes, Lord make haste to help me for I am not doing such a good job lately. I am angry, tired, frustrated, stuck, hurting and longing for some happiness.
So these are my intentions for the day:
Soften my sharp tongue for it cuts deep.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to be patient.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to offer up my small suffering, for yours was greater by far.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to realize that I am not stuck, only standing in front of you, Lord waiting.
Lord, make haste to help me.
Help me to see that happiness is in me waiting for me to open the door.
Lord, make haste to help me.
~Cindy
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