… watching for the brushstrokes of God
“As we learn to give thanks for all of life and death, for all of this given world of ours, we find a deep joy. It is the joy of trust, the joy of faith in the faithfulness at the heart of all things. It is the joy of gratefulness in touch with the fullness of life.” ~ David Steindl-Rast
Where are you fully alive?
What if you bowed before every dandelion you met and wrote love letters to squirrels and pigeons who crossed your path? ~ Christine Valters Paintner
The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived. ~ Howard Thurman
What is woven into your fabric?
“We think of [beauty] in opposition to narrowness, scarcity, drudgery, and constraint. We think instead of what is expansive, generous, abundant, connected, and expressive. Beauty also connects us with the why of living. It points to discoveries waiting to be made about the creation. It points toward questions of right relationships, of ultimate meaning, and even of eternity. It points backward and outward and forward to our ultimate Source and Sustainer.” ~ Makoto Fujimura
What discoveries are waiting for you?
Out of the heart
The song rises,
The mind searching
For notes
To capture
its flight. ~ Murray Bodo O.F.M.
What song rises within you?
“If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky —up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer. ~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Where do you feel prayer?
With the Eyes of the Heart 