… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“I want to touch you deeply, beneath the surface where our real stories lie. Touch you where the fragments of our being are, where the sediment of things that shaped us forms the verdant delta of our human story” ~ Richard Wagamese
What sediment do you find?
Broken, we kneel; humbled, we cry: help, Jesus! Raise us gently on high. Book of Common Prayer
when Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on a bus in Montgomery, Alabama, in 1955, “Her silent defiance spoke for a whole people.” (Brian Lanker) … Regardless of how long she ruminated on her decision to resist, it was done with careful and precise thought. Her transformative act of justice was instituted without words. For is it not true that actions speak louder than words? Is it not true that I can show you better than I can tell you? ~ Barbara L. Peacock
Let there be an opening into the quiet that lies beneath the chaos, where you find the peace you did not think possible and see what shimmers within the storm. ~ Jan Richardson, Blessing in the chaos
Where is the opening for you?
With the Eyes of the Heart 