Yesterday I attended a socially distanced, masks optional, great scones and coffee class on prayer journaling. One of my favorite parts was using a scrapbooking technique to decorate a page in our journal. We cut up magazine pics or phrases, words, whatever was inspiring. It was fun and enlightening. Some people are so incredibly talented and creative; I am not. I am good at writing, but I do like decorating, doodling, making collages, journey boards. I find whenever I take on a project like this; the same words or images appear.
We journal, write, and meditate to draw closer to ourselves, and also our Heavenly Father. In time we can see the progression of our walk in faith.
Do you journal? Are you crafty and do a neat bullet notebook? Do you use your phone calendar for daily living and a customizable journal type book at home? Please share! Inquiring minds want to know!
Proverbs 3:3 Do not let kindness and truth leave you; Bind them around your neck, Write them on the tablet of your heart.
1 John 1:4 These things we write, so that our joy may be made complete.
It’s a strange new world. Somber and oftentimes, lonely. I am not in the camp that God is using this to bring people closer to Him. I just don’t buy into that way of thinking. Man creates these viruses, man is responsible for the unwinding of Mother Nature. This was God’s paradise, until that fateful day when Adam and Eve realized they were naked and hid from God. God always wants us to turn to Him. In tragedy and joy.
But what about the people in our lives that we miss seeing and spending time with? How can we reach out safely? Our minister encourages us to make two phone calls a day to check in on friends and family! Send pics of your kids or make funny faces! A card in the mail is more of a treat than ever before! I’m sending a package of cards I hand wrote that can be distributed at local nursing homes. What can you do to stay connected?
Tell your kids to “phone home” if they are under 30, they probably won’t get the reference!
May you be blessed, healthy, and sane during this time of separation from your tribe.
This is the strangest post I’ve ever written. The past three weeks have been a time of anxiety and fear for people across the globe. Including me. I have a suppressed immune system for medication I take and have recently (2 years) had cancer. I’m 55, so not in the elderly group, but that’s about all I have going for me.
Well, that and tons of hand sanitizer. Oh and an active prayer life. Those two will hopefully save my sanity.
The Coronavirus ranks with school shootings and tsunami’s. There is very little we can do after the fact, but a lot we can and must do now.
The obvious; wash your hands, sneeze into your elbow, keep six feet away from people, don’t shake hands or hug.
But what can you do on a larger scale? Volunteer with the local Red Cross, volunteer to deliver groceries for the grocery store (they are overwhelmed with deliveries right now). Find out how to safely check in on your neighbors. Don’t keep the momentum going on buying toilet paper, hand sanitizers, milk or food. Buy what you normally need. Share your overstock with the local food-banks.
And mostly, be kind. Be the (helping) hands, and eyes that see (need) of Jesus.
I like having a good conversation about why I became Catholic, it seems to be what people care about now days, and is the first topic we discuss when we haven’t seen each other for awhile.
What I dislike greatly is the morbid curiosity or judgment kind of conversation about my conversion. Had one of those tonight at a pancake breakfast! It was accusatory and put me on the defensive. In the end I just said that it fed my spirit and let them push their nose up to the ceiling and sigh. I did the latter and left the table.
Shared this theory with my SIL when we visited her last month, we agreed, it’s not like becoming Lutheran. I mean – heck people don’t see that as admonishing. Or Jewish; now I do have a friend that converted to Judaism and she’s functioning just fine and doesn’t seem to get hassled about her beliefs. (Gypsy, I’m gonna need some feedback from you)!
Catholic is probably the most misunderstood religion on earth. I should know, I had my high and mighty opinions too, when I was in RCIA (a class to learn more about Catholicism) I asked my many ignorant questions. Why do you worship the Virgin Mary? Why is she so important anyway? What is purgatory all about (I still don’t buy that one)! Why can’t priests marry? The amazing thing is, all of my teachers were patient and gave me explanations that helped me understand.
I’m not an expert, trust me. I attended mass tonight, my first Tuesday night service and felt like a 3 year old. However, I was able to function and it was a lovely 1/2 hour. When you have conversation with people; whether it’s about lifestyle changes, religion, politics or child-raising, remember the other person is a human being and deserves the same respect you have for yourself.
Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
I am taking a writing sabbatical. It’s transitioning into a ‘against-my-will-don’t-make-me-do-it-social-media-once-a-day-check.’ It won’t be long, because this is part of my ministry, but I need to be cognizant of what’s in front of me and how I’m being guided. Thanks for being a part of The Pieces Blog.
I have a variety of pics on my desk, one rotates often as I come across memories I want to see more often than in a photo album (or phone). For the past month it has been of my dad and I, taken in 1991. We were visiting my brother in Amsterdam and it was also six weeks since my pacemaker surgery. We are standing in big, yellow Dutch shoes at a farm of some sort.
These shoes were everywhere! Made mostly of wood, but there were also plastic and concrete types, ready to be stood in.
I have quite a few good memories of this trip; shopping at the Christmas markets in Germany, riding the train, having lunch at McDonald’s (except for the Coke, it tasted the same), eating authentic Dutch and German food, traveling to the many castles that dot the country side, etc. But more than all of the experiences; it was time with my father. It was the last trip we would make together; he died two years later.
God worked miracles in our relationship. He was a tough parent. I imagine it was his Norwegian/North Dakota upbringing. I “never understood” him throughout my entire life; until this trip. He was vulnerable, a word I never thought I’d use to describe him. He was also funny. We shared meals and laughter and he often took my arm for support. God mended the fences without words; we just became comfortable with each other. It was an incredible blessing.
Never give up on the people in your life. I have a friend who hasn’t seen her grandchildren in many years; it’s heart breaking. Yet, she continues to pray. And praise. And that, is the best solution to any request. Ask, believe, and be grateful.