Disturb Us

A prayer attributed to Sir Francis Drake:

Disturb us, Lord, when
We are too pleased with ourselves,
When our dreams have come true
Because we dreamed too little,
When we arrived safely
Because we sailed too close to the shore.

Disturb us, Lord, when
With the abundance of things we possess
We have lost our thirst
For the waters of life;
Having fallen in love with life,
We have ceased to dream of eternity
And in our efforts to build a new earth,
We have allowed our vision
Of the new Heaven to dim.

Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,
To venture on wilder seas
Where storms will show Your mastery;
Where losing sight of land,
We shall find the stars.

We ask you to push back
The horizons of our hopes;
And to push back the future
In strength, courage, hope, and love.

This we ask in the name of our Captain,
Who is Jesus Christ.  Amen

(Passed on from hubs from our elders.)

May is for growing...

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I've turned into The Plant Lady, or so my daughter says. I love all my little plants. For some reason, seeing the green leaves on my porch and in my office speaks life to me. And now here is May, 2017! Can you believe it!!?? I blinked and this year is almost half over. May is a good month, a month for growth, for change. Our youngest will be graduating from high school this month, another thing that is hard to imagine. So May will be full of prom and graduation ceremonies and parties. It will be a good month. 

I think it's common for a woman of my (ahem) age to start having what I've heard called the 3:00 a.m. "frettings".... those periods of sleep interruption in the wee hours when you wake (often hot and sweaty) worrying over things that either a) don't matter or b) you can't change. I feel like there's a little voice in my head goading me on, hopping from one ridiculous notion to the next. Does this sound familiar to anyone? I read a portion of Psalm 119 this morning and these two verses jumped off the page and smacked me between the eyes:

Let your steadfast love come to me, O Lord,
your salvation according to your promise;
then shall I have an answer for him who taunts me,
for I trust in your word.
— Psalm 119:41-42 ESV

At first glance I think the psalmist was probably speaking of a human heckler. Maybe so. But to me, this taunter has been more spiritual. Satan or his minions? Maybe. My weak flesh? Yes. The whispers of the world? Probably. I will be memorizing these verses today to have ready to pray next time I am being taunted... God's steadfast love and promised salvation... That's all I need to have as an answer to the worries, the regrets, the sorrows.... I will trust in His Word!

Blessings, bloggy friends. B.

 

 

Look

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Sometimes we all feel a little boxed in.... Cramped. Not sure how to get out of the mundane and rise above. Praying and thinking about what this New Year will look like....  

Maybe a word for the year? Purposeful? Still? Look? Yes, Look. I like the way that feels in the mouth. Crispy and certain. Look in 2017 it shall be. 

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?
— Jesus, Matthew 6:26

Sombreros and Headdresses

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From the last stanza of Wallace's Six Significant Landscapes:

Rationalists, wearing square hats,
Think, in square rooms,
Looking at the floor,
Looking at the ceiling.
They confine themselves
To right-angled triangles.
If they tried rhomboids,
Cones, waving lines, ellipses --
As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon --
Rationalists would wear sombreros. 

Wallace Stevens

....If not sombreros, perhaps skirts worn upside down to resemble a Native American headdress.....