#Cathy

Even the Sparrows

Out hiking, I noticed from a distance this birdhouse someone had placed in the canyon. Knowing that yes, even the birds need a place to call home, a place to rest from the elements. The scripture Matthew 6:26 came to mind: “Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” A synonym for valuable is precious, something of great value. Do you often think of how precious you are to God? If our God can care for these tiniest of creatures, we can be thankful that this great love extends to us as well. Driving home that day these song lyrics played on my radio,”If He can hold the world He can hold this moment. Not a field or flower escapes His notice, Oh even the sparrow knows He holds tomorrow.” Coincidence? I don’t think so.

by Cathy

You Are Loved

I was out hiking the other day and I came upon this message hanging from a pine tree. I am always amazed when another pilgrim on this road of life takes the time and intentionally leaves a message of encouragement and hope, someone that comes out of his or her own little world or existence to expand the love of a bigger world. Love means simply to will the good of another. I am grateful this day that I am loved deeply by a very personal God so I send this message to all of you to never forget how much you are loved as well. “To show great love for God and our neighbor we need not do great things. It is how much love we put into doing that makes our offering something beautiful for God.” St. Teresa of Calcutta

by Cathy

Wonderful World

 

My husband and I went to Home Depot recently to buy a new refrigerator. We were met by this salesman with a big personality. He says “Hi, I‘m Sal.” We followed Sal around and finally decided on a new refrigerator so we proceeded to the counter to write up the order. He shared how he was 76 years old, has worked for Home Depot for nine years after his wife told him he drove her crazy being home as a retiree! There was something special about Sal, he was very much alive. As we were about to leave he asked, “Can I sing you a song?” He reached under the counter and pulled out a small ukulele. “What can I play for you?” he asked. I immediately said, “What a Wonderful World.” What followed next was this scene of Sal and me singing “What a Wonderful World” in the middle of Home Depot. Crazy? Maybe, but I know there was something of the Divine happening, something sacramental, and infused with grace, a burning bush moment, and all I could do was take off my shoes and be thankful.

by Cathy

Moving Right Along

In the thirty-nine years of our married life, we have moved eleven times. This week we are moving to a new home again. We have been living temporarily for nine months in a condo while also living in a place of liminality. Liminality comes from the Latin word limen meaning “threshold.” It is those times when you feel like you are standing in the middle of a bridge. There is no going back, only forward, to the unknown or new season of your life. Any type of loss can produce liminality as we are forced to be present to that loss, that grief. It can also be a place of great growth with God’s grace if we can embrace and learn from it. I remember this day that God makes all things new as I walk over the bridge once again and say goodbye to liminality, for now.  “I make all things new.” Revelation 21:5

by Cathy

Abiding

In August our family traveled to Chile on vacation. Since their seasons are different from ours it was Springtime. Here in the states, it was the beginning of Fall and harvest time. Nevertheless, we were excited to experience a tour of the local winery in the Andes Mountains. As we were walking around and through the vines, I felt like I was walking in a wordless scripture verse. “ I am the vine; you are the branches, abide in me” (John 15:5). I could see where the pruning had just taken place with scraps of branches on the ground. The vinedresser had done his work and the vines now must wait patiently for their Creator to complete their long journey to be fruitful and to grace our tables. It is no wonder the Teacher chose this metaphor about the importance of abiding. It’s the only way we too are nourished and fruitful.

by Cathy

The Dance

Autumn has arrived. Maybe not exactly in piles of colored leaves but in the few leaves that dance with abandon in the morning sunlight. They dance because they hear the music of nature calling them. I hear the Lord calling me this day, to join him in this dance of life. Can I allow him to lead and surrender all to the one who knows all the steps? Today, I think about what C.S. Lewis called: “a kind of dance,” the dance in the heart of God: the dance at the heart of the universe, the great dance to which each one of us is invited in the Lord Jesus Christ. He continues to say, “Each one of us has got to enter that pattern, take his place in that dance. There is no other way to the happiness for which we were made.” I like to think of it as simply twirling daily in the grace of God.

by Cathy

Love You Forever

Being my birthday week, I find it no better time than to honor the woman that brought me into this world, my mom. Although she left this earth ten years ago, I feel her presence reaching out to me each and every day. She was affectionately known as Molly and had a humility about her that was so endearing to everyone who knew her. Mom gave me the beautiful gift of faith as I watched her each day live out her love of God in the simplest ways. She and my Dad raised six children and things were not always easy for her but she knew how to ride the wings of prayer and surrender everything to God. At her funeral, we read Psalm 23 titled “The Lord is my Shepherd,” because my mom didn’t just love that psalm, she loved that Shepherd.

by Cathy

Blessed by John O’Donohue

Years ago a dear friend had suggested I read the international bestseller Anam Cara by Irish author John O’ Donohue. From the moment I began reading this treasure, I was a devotee of this amazing writer. He was born in 1956 in County Clare, Western Ireland. Just after I began to follow his writings, he unexpectedly died in 2008. He introduced me and others to the beautiful world of Celtic spirituality, which merges a strong sense of mystery with a passionate embrace of nature, the body, and the senses. The divine is understood as manifest everywhere, in everything. His final work was To Bless the Space Between Us, published posthumously. His writings have a mysterious way of entering into your heart and transforming you at a deeper level. May you experience a Beannacht (Gaelic for blessing) this day.

by Cathy

http://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poetry/poems/beannacht-blessing