… watching for the brushstrokes of God
All those days you felt like dust….
This is the moment
we ask for the blessing
that lives within
the ancient ashes,
that makes its home
inside the soil of
this sacred earth. ~ Jan Richardson, Blessing the Dust
How do you claim what God can do with dust? With our dust?
“Indeed, it is as though Christianity, wherever it went in the modern colonies, inverted its sense of hospitality. It claimed to be the host, the owner of the spaces it entered, and demanded native people enter its cultural logics, its ways of being in the world and its conceptualities.” ~ Willie James Jennings
What does true hospitality look like?
In the midst of the barrenness of winter our eyes catch splashes of brightness. Red Cardinals are a joy to behold. They move with purpose, navigating the fine balance of life and death amidst the grey winter clouds, naked trees and cold white snow.
How do you add splashes of color to your days?
“Winter invites me to rest and contemplation, to making time for quiet walks in the few hours of light. The God of winter invites me into a healing rhythm of rest and renewal, of deep listening in the midst of stillness, of trusting the seeds sprouting deep within that have been planted.” ~ Christine Valters Paintner
What invitation do you sense this winter?
At times our journey asks for courage as we choose the path ahead. Those are moments to pause and reflect: Where have we come from? Where are we going? What is required of us?
What do you see?
Take, cut, sew, turn…take, cut, sew, turn…take, cut, sew, turn… There is something very soothing and centering about quilting. Sewing one strip to the next and square by square, strip by strip the beauty emerges.
What hands on activity centers you?
With the Eyes of the Heart 