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holy hands

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Beloved: First of all, I ask that supplications, prayers, petitions, and thanksgivings be offered for everyone, for kings and for all in authority, that we may lead a quiet and tranquil life in all devotion and dignity. This is good and pleasing to God our savior, who wills everyone to be saved and to come to knowledge of the truth. For there is one God.
For this I was appointed preacher and apostle – I am speaking the truth, I am not lying – teacher of the Gentiles in faith and truth. It is my wish, then, that in every place the men should pray, lifting up holy hands, without anger or argument.

1 Tim 2 : 1-5, 7

hugs n’ blessings good and faithful servant, rest now in eternal peace.

Ode to Broom Tree

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The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD’S throne is in heaven. His eyes behold, his searching glance is on mankind. The just will gaze on your face, O Lord.

Psalm 11: 4, 7

Silence gives the space to hear God speak, whether through words we hear within or through a movement of love or an answer to a question.

Silence itself also speaks.

St. Paul writes of the Spirit, who “intercedes with sighs too deep for words” (Romans 8:26). In silence, we can hear our own sighs for God and know that the silence of God is part of God’s also sighing for us—and for all creation.

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not enough time

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I have been mulling over a BUNCH of stuff recently.

A deep-thinker by nature – this is not an uncommon occurrence.

Most especially, God often places me in a period of contemplation during the Lenten Season. And I must admit, even though the “mulling over” involves different thoughts & matters each year, this liturgical time has become a seasonal rhythm for when God does a good old-fashioned Spring cleaning on me! Yup! Once again, He has been polishing and purging my interior life; which can be a bit painful & perplexing, but always life-giving in the end.

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