… watching for the brushstrokes of God
40 cards to stop, slow down, have fun and connect with God and each other. Maybe there is a place for a Pause during the day, or maybe you Pause whenever someone is worried, bored, or cranky.
How do you Pause, Play, Breathe and Pray?
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“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?
“For me, prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.” ~ St. Therese of Lisieux
What is prayer for you?
In desert times we need to know where to find water, which rock to strike for it to pour forth, where to dig deep, or when to wait for the rain to come.
How do you dip into the well?
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” Wendell Berry
When are you free?
“Look well to the growing edge! … It is the extra breath from the exhausted lung, the one more thing to try when all else has failed, the upward reach of life when weariness closes in upon all endeavor. This is the basis of hope in moments of despair, the incentive to carry on when times are out of joint, the source of confidence when worlds crash and dreams whiten into ash. … Look well to the growing edge!” Howard Thurman
Where is your growing edge?
With the Eyes of the Heart 