Already I am losing count of the days in my journey. I want peace but I create noise. I seek hope and stand in my own way. I need to allow The Lord to show me which bridge to cross and which road to follow. Now is not the time to blaze new trails.
Tag Archives: faith
Day 14 OMQ
How do we know if we are progressing in the right direction? Could it be the calm and peace I feel at the end of the day when I know I tried my best? I pray God is far more merciful than any any person on earth. We are all ready to judge and condemn. So ready to “cast the first stone”. We should be helping to lift the stones off of our neighbor not add to their pain. Dear Lord please strengthen me and help me to lift my neighbor up not to weigh them down.
Day 11
I truly think of Christ as my brother. I can picture growing up beside him playing games that children do and helping with the daily chores. Although chores always would come first. Sharing childlike secrets. Two pictures haunt me. I see myself peering into the room where the disciples are sharing the Lord’s last supper and I have this deep hunger to join. I am thinking to myself, about the disciples, don’t you get it. The other picture that haunts me is standing below the cross helpless and shameful but with the deepest love in my heart I could never imagine.
Day 10 of my Quest
Blind faith is a wonderful thing. Being blind to my faith is not. I struggle not to be an al carte believer. To pick and choose what best suits any given time in my life. For example if the church interprets something and at that moment my life doesn’t suit that decision I may want to rationalize why my interpretation is different and correct. Lord give me the strength to follow your path. I want to end up at Your doorstep. Or as tradition says at Your gate leading into paradise.
Day 9 of my Quest
Yesterday I had to face the reality of the shortness of this life once again. I received the news that a friend of mine had “passed away”. We use such peaceful terms to comfort those of us watching a loved one “move on”. The words are to comfort the living of this world. He is now face to face with God what an awesome day he must be having compared to our sorrow and grief. Bless you John and as we pray “May God’s light shine upon you…” Eternally
Day 8 Of My Quest
The sunshine was strong and bright with promise today. The clouds where bright white and shaped like fluffy animals in the sky. No dark clouds, no sadness only joy. I am so glad I took a couple of minutes and stopped to soak all of this beauty in and knowingly acknowledge my Creator.
Day 7 of my Quest
I love the feel of the sun on my face. When I lift my face towards the sun I know God is watching over me. I search for the sun on cloudy days because I know He is there.
Day 6 of my Quest
What a perfect imagination The Lord has. To create such beauty. I once took a local flora and fauna class. We looked at all types of plants, trees and flowers. What fascinated me the most were the smallest wild flowers. Flowers smaller than the eraser on a pencil yet each petal perfect. How many times did I just pass those flowers by without a look missing their beauty. How many times do I pass others not noticing the beauty that makes them unique.
Day 5
Did you ever wonder if Christ died on the cross for our sins would He have suffered less had I not sinned? Was His pain equal to the payment? God already knew everyone’s choices and paths. God already knew the payment due. I try to remember to think about this when making choices. Don’t get me wrong I am on this quest because I am imperfect not perfect and still making choices.
Day 4 of my Quest
Looking for Hope is easier some day’s more than others. I know I carry hope in my heart because I carry The Lord in my heart. My quest is for life with eternal Hope. I always dreamt of heaven as sitting at Jesus’ feet like the little children and just asking question after question. Much like I did at my Grandfather’s feet. My Grandfather had a chair in the dinning room of his house where he sat and the grandchildren used to gather around just to listen. I called him Pap almost everyone he knew young and old called him Pop. Gram called him Joe. Pap never seemed to be bothered by my endless questions. I always felt safe, special and loved. That is what I hope heaven is.
rae913blog 