Monday Meditation – Spring Renewal - 4/17/2023

We finally had the start of spring here in Minnesota! Several days last week were in the 80’s, and all the snow in my yard finally melted away. The robins were out hunting for worms, and the neighborhood birds have been sending up a chorus of their joyous spring songs. Of course, we had snow coming down yesterday, but I’m going to assume it will all pass away quickly!

I love spring. It’s a sign that the earth is in renewal! Trees explode with leafy buds, and flowers begin to poke their stems out of the earth where they have laid dormant for so many months. The grassy carpet fills out with lush green, and the air smells fresh and clean.

Springtime clearly reminds me of God’s creation. Nature has often inspired me to write, and today I share with you one of these writings, titled “God’s Creation.”

Miracles of creation surround me

I lay amid the pungent clover

The cool dewy grass

Tickles my fingertips

Multicolored butterflies

Dance tangos in the lilies

Tiny buds play peek-a-boo

In the rosebushes

In the distance

Thankful bluebirds

Trill out hymns of praise

A warm kiss of sunshine

Caresses my neck

The gentle breeze whispers

Scriptural poetry through swaying trees

A deep calm settles within me

Peace enfolds my heart

I rest in the majesty

Of God’s creation

Just as God’s creation is renewing right now in spring, Jesus has renewed us, too, through his resurrection on Easter Sunday. He gave us hope!

Spring is a time when I feel the need to renew myself, too. How can I do this? First, I can take Jesus’ resurrection as a sign that my sins have been forgiven and I will have a place in heaven, as long as I remain faithful. I can (and should) continue to faithfully attend mass and live my life as Christ-like as I am able.

Second, I can attend retreats and talks to refresh my faith. I can read Sacred Scripture and religious texts to strengthen my faith and knowledge. Third, I can do some spring cleaning to rid myself not only of possessions I do not need, but bad habits and sins that still plague me. And fourth, I can do good for others in any way that I can, to help them be renewed as well.

Are you renewing yourself this spring? I encourage you to do something this week to renew your commitment to Jesus. Read some scripture, attend mass or adoration, make a plan to give up a bad habit, or do something good for someone else. May your spring renewal bless you and others!

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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Extra Meditation – Easter Sunday – He is Risen! 4/9/2023

Hallelujah! Christ is Risen!

Today our church resumes the singing of Alleluias as we celebrate the amazing resurrection of Jesus!

The gospel of Mark (Mark 16: 1-8) explains what happened on that Sunday morning: “When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary, the mother of James, and Salome brought spices so that they might go and anoint him. Very early when the sun has risen, on the first day of the week, they came to the tomb. They were saying to one another, ‘Who will roll back the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?’ When they looked up, they saw that the stone had been rolled back; it was very large. On entering the tomb they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a white robe, and they were utterly amazed. He said to them, ‘Do not be amazed! You seek Jesus of Nazareth, the crucified. He has been raised; he is not here. Behold, the place where they laid him. But go and tell his disciples and Peter, “He is going before you to Galilee; there you will see him, as he told you.”’

What must the women have thought that morning? If I had been there, I would have been confused! Dead people just didn’t remove themselves from graves! But hopefully I would have accepted the angel’s words and remembered Jesus’ own words that he would rise. Now he is risen! The empty tomb testifies. What joy those disciples would have felt!

Some years ago I wrote the following reflection, titled “Your Resurrection.”

I see You rise out of the depths of the grave;

You shine with all Your glory in the morning sun.

Your cross shrinks into the background,

No longer the focus but always there,

An everlasting reminder of the tremendous gift You gave me.

You gave Your life for mine, and You ask nothing in return but love.

Lord, help me to always keep Your sweet death in my heart.

Remind me always of the great suffering You endured for me.

Place upon my heart a sign of Your precious love and forgiveness.

As I gaze upon Your tender face,

Allow me to accept Your mercy,

And thank You for the grace You have given to me.

I hold Your resurrection in my heart.

May you today be encouraged by Jesus’ resurrection! He died for you and rose that you may have new life. Spend some time in prayer today thanking him for this precious gift.

Have a blessed Easter Sunday!

Faye

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Monday Meditation – Living Water - 3/13/2023

Yesterday’s Gospel reading at my church was about the Woman at the Well. You’ve probably all read this story – the version I heard is found in John 4:4-42.

This is a remarkable passage for me. Jesus was at Jacob’s Well in Samaria, and he shocked everyone by speaking to a woman of poor repute. He asked her for water, and spoke about many things, including Living Water. At first the woman did not understand. But gradually she understood that Jesus was there to give her Himself as the Living Water, and that changed her life.

I had the privilege of visiting Jacob’s Well when I was on my pilgrimage to Israel several years ago. We went into a church and down some steps to see it. By itself, the well was unremarkable – probably just like many wells of that time period, but to think that Jesus was there, and I was there. Would I be changed as well by the Living Water?

Today I would like to share a poem I wrote about this experience, from the woman’s point of view.

At The Well

Wearily, I made my way out to the edge of town;

At the site of Jacob’s Well I set my bucket down.

I tied the bucket to the rope and sent it down the well;

It took a while to reach the depth where waters freely swell.

As I hauled the bucket up, I noticed by a tree

A dusty, rugged Jewish man who gently smiled at me.

I turned my tired eyes away and tugged upon the rope.

The water splashed as up it came and I sensed a new hope.

The Jewish man began to speak though I’m Samaritan;

I didn’t know why he would want to talk with me, a woman.

First he asked me for a drink; I pondered what to say;

Then he spoke of a Living Gift to take my thirst away.

The Living Water, he proclaimed, will satisfy your thirst;

Never more to be afraid of pain or loss or worse.

He kept on probing in my soul and turned me inside out;

He told me all about my past and all the sins throughout.

Give me please, that I might drink this Living Water, sir;

I want to know the gracious gift to make my heart so pure.

And suddenly I felt His love breaking through my fears;

I sensed His grace and knew the truth; my eyes filled up with tears.

My heart was bared by this sweet man, He cleansed me from my sin;

The Living Water washed me clean and freed my soul within.

My heart began to burst with joy; I set my bucket down,

I had to share what I now knew to everyone in town.

I shouted up and down the street to everyone who’d hear

Come see the only one I’ve met who knew my every tear!

I led the people back to Him, they sat beneath His feet,

He shared with them as He’d with me the Living Water sweet.

I never will forget the day that I went to the well,

For that was when my saving Lord came in my heart to dwell.

Friends, I pray that this week you will take some time to ponder the blessings you may find in the gift of Living Water that Jesus has for you.

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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Christmas Meditation – The Nativity - 12/24/2022

On Christmas eve I find it valuable to reflect. I love sitting with the lights dimmed, maybe only with Christmas tree lights aglow with the single C7 bulb in my manger scene casting a warm glow on the figures therein. It’s a lovely way to ponder the events of 2,000 years ago.

A lowly maiden with her betrothed spouse arrive in a small village where many other travelers are gathered for a census. As late arrivals, they find there are no rooms available. Yet it is urgent, a room is needed, for the woman is about to be delivered of her first-born child.

The man hunts, and finally locates a stable. Not the best room at all, but it is the Best for their needs. She is delivered. A baby boy. And the angels rejoice, as He destined to be the Deliverer of the world.

The story has been told hundreds of thousands of times, and I myself have heard it by the scores. Yet it still brings me to wonder that God had such an unusual plan for mankind. No one could have predicted this was how the Messiah would come. No one, that is, but Isaiah the prophet, who said “Therefore the Lord himself will give you this sign: the virgin shall be with child, and bear a son, and shall name him Immanuel.” (Is. 7:14)

What a precious gift. God, who loved us so much, gave us the best present - that of His Son, sent to redeem us.

Today and tomorrow, as you celebrate Christmas with your family and friends, take a little time to remember the reason for the season. My gift to you this year is one I have given to you before in this blog, but it is worth giving again. The poem titled “A Winter’s Night.”

Small specks of glistening snow

Fall silently, softly, earthward.

A hint of the setting sun lingers in the west,

Only a narrow band of light shows through.

Above hang dusky clouds

Seeming to brush the treetops.

The vastness of the universe seems somehow gone,

And peacefulness reigns.

The snow stops.

A whisper wind tugs at the clouds.

They gently part, bringing to view

The thin sliver of a fading moon.

A star, brighter than the others, pierces the darkness

Between the trees’ webs of tangled lace.

Soon the sky is filled with bright points.

The majestic aura of the heavens is unveiled.

The world is watching, waiting.

The hour of midnight silently comes.

Creation rejoices with the heavens.

The Christ Child has arrived.

Have a blessed Christmas!

Faye

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Monday Meditation – Inspiration 8/15/2022

Have you ever been suddenly inspired?

I have been inspired a number of times. Sometimes it happens when I’m really thinking hard about something I have to do, and in pondering all the facts a solution just pops up. In some conversations a witty remark will suddenly just materialize in my brain.

But when I write, it’s different, Sometimes, when I sit down to write the words just do not come. More frequently it seems that my inspirations pop up out of the blue when I am not really looking to write. For example, years ago when on a retreat I was out walking in the woods. I sat down on an old bench to rest a bit, and I saw across from me a gnarled, ancient oak tree. Inspiration hit, and I pulled out my notebook and began to write. Another time I was struck by something a friend told me, and again, I immediately wrote down what I felt.

Each of these inspirations had a source. Some of my inspirations may just come from having facts on hand and life experiences, a bunch of unattached pieces floating in my conscience and sub-conscience, which suddenly start to fit into what was needed.

Most of my poetry and spiritual writing have been prompted by something I saw or heard, and I believe it was the Holy Spirit that nudged me in the “write” direction. I can’t prove this, of course, but that’s what it seems to be for me.

People can be inspired by many things and are often delighted by what people call the “eureka moment.” For some, it helps to read or sew. For others, nature provides inspiration. Some folks do something which Albert Einstein called “combinatory play” – the act of opening up one mental channel by experimenting in another, sometimes totally different. That may explain why Einstein would often play his violin when he was trying to solve a mathematical puzzle.

Christina Capecchi, in last week’s Catholic Spirit newspaper, said that “this underscores the Catholic belief that the body, mind and soul are intimately connected. We can spark one by tapping into another. And the health of one dimension often leads to the health of another. A long walk, a clearer mind. An active prayer life, lower blood pressure.”

How true! Last week I went for a walk and then was able to sit down and compose something intelligible for this blog post. I find when I am struggling with a dilemma that playing a word game will distract me and then I am able to calm down and resume my task. You may question whether these things are inspired by the grace of the Spirit, but I believe they are. God is all around us, and when He wants us to do something, I believe He will give us the necessary inspiration to move forward.

Here is something I wrote some years ago after being inspired:

“A Woman of Faith”

A woman of faith is a sturdy tree in the forest of God’s creation.

She began as a tiny seed, planted by the Master in a unique place in His precious garden.

As time passed, she grew as she sought wisdom, knowledge and strength from the rich soil of the scripture foundation beneath her, and from the nourishing sacramental waters poured out around her.

When she stretched her roots deeper into the Word, she grasped nuggets of wisdom nutrients to foster her faith. She was fed by the fertilizers of passing souls who each left their legacy from their own struggles and stories.

The Master caused rains of graces to cover her at the times she needed them, although she often did not realize what blessings she had received.

As she grew in strength, she revealed tiny buds of faith. The buds blossomed, and she tested these against the trials of life. Some withstood the tests, and some were false hopes. Yet she continued to branch out as an extension of Christ, developing a raiment of natural splendor in the golden hues of her leafy garments and in her graceful response to the promptings of the whispering Spirit.

She began to open herself up to travelers who happened by the spot that she had been given. They stopped for varying lengths of times to nestle and rest in her arms. While they were with her, she used her gifts to offer food and protection to hungry youngsters, and shelter to aging residents.

As she continued to reach out in faith, over time her branches became entwined with others near her. She gave assistance to them willingly, and also accepted support when she needed it.

But life was sometimes hard. The pains came as beloved branches snapped and were carried away in whirlwinds. Jealous bugs looked for ways to burrow underneath her bark, and wicked birds pecked away at her hope. She often was surrounded by foggy mists of uncertainty which threatened her self confidence. And occasional black shrouds of fear descended over her, enticing her to give up.

She continually had to fight to retain her faith. Periodically she would start to feel cold, and devilish storms would whip her branches, forcing her to bend at odd angles. Inevitably, the tears of winter would come, and her finery would fall into dull heaps around her. But her rooted faith remained steady, and she quietly accepted the snowy burdens as she patiently rode out the barren times, assured that Spring would come again to renew her.

And always the Son returned, and she would gratefully soak up the warm love. Gentle prayers of friends rained down around her, washing away the dirt and stains, and forgiveness would come. Her spirits lifted, and she was refreshed in body and soul, and was able to face life once again.

Yet even during the good times, once in awhile the Master would prune her, stripping away a branch or two of rotting sin. This left embarrassing wounds and scars, and sometimes even a noticeable hole where some large hurt had eaten away at her. Yet, she was able to prayerfully ask for healing, and in time the hurts and scars diminished.

Now she graciously allows others to see and use these wounds, to comfort those who needed to be gathered inside her heart for an understanding caress.

The faithful woman does not stand alone. She stands in a great forest with other women of faith, each planted in their own special places, each with their trials and their own gifts. Together they stand, tall and pure, upright, prophesying and gloriously raising their branches in praise and thanksgiving to their Master. They sway and dance with tambourine leaves rustling joyfully around them.

The woman of faith is a sturdy tree, committed to endlessly love and minister to those around her. She is a beautiful creation of her Master.

Have you been inspired lately? If so, be grateful and rejoice that you were inspired. If you are struggling for some inspiration, maybe take a break and do something else. That might be just what your mind needs to open up a path for the inspiration to sail in. I pray that this week you are blessed by an inspiration, or maybe even several!

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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I don’t know about you, but I value silence. When there is too much noise going on around me, I can’t concentrate very well. I know that I do my best work when I am alone and in silence.

Unfortunately, it’s becoming harder and harder for me to find silence. My life has been so busy with volunteer activities and family and friends, and I realized I haven’t done any serious writing for a few years. I usually do my best writing when I can get away from “the usual” for a long period of time, but I haven’t been able to do that. Even when stuck at home during covid distancing, I managed to fill my time with other things rather than taking advantage of the silence.

“A soul that has never tasted the sweetness of inner silence is a restless spirit which disturbs the silence of others,” said St. Mary Faustina Kowalska. This makes sense to me – I realized that I have been feeling restless lately. I have had a sense that something was missing, and that something was enough of the right kind of silence.

I decided that to remedy this, I would get up early each morning to have some special quiet time before the rest of my day begins. I am using that time to pray, including saying my regular morning prayers and studying that day’s installment of the Bible In A Year podcast.

After having completed two weeks now of this practice, I can say that spending more time in the silence has given me an extra sense of peace. I feel calmer, and more focused during the rest of my day. I haven’t found the inspiration to write yet, but I feel confident that it will come.

Because I have been thinking more about writing, I decided to review some of my previous prose and poetry. I found this one that I wrote in 2007, which really hit me – this describes that silence I have been missing. So today I share it with you.

In The Silence

In the silence of my heart

I come to know you, Lord

When I listen deep within

To the message of Your Word

Daily when my heart is still

I can truly pray

I come to know the silence

Of Your eternal way

Deep within the silence

My heart will open to

The love you want to place there

My soul you want to woo

Peaceful, blessed silence

My soul is joined with You

My Lord and God is in me

His silence is mine, too

Are you in need of some moments of silence? Do you need to “get away” for a while to reconnect with your soul and with God? I encourage you this week to find some time. Maybe the first thing in the morning is a good time for some silence, before the craziness sets in. Or perhaps a quiet time after the evening’s chores are done would be better. Whatever time works for you, give it a try. Spend a little time with God. You may be blessed in your silence!

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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Monday Meditation - Seek 9/20/2021

Whom do you seek?

Every human person seeks many things during their lifetime. We first seek food and comfort, and then seek material things and jobs, and we also seek love. It is built into us to seek for these things.

I’m no exception. I eat when I am hungry (and sometimes when I am not…), and I seek warmth and shelter inside my home during storms. Like most of us, I seek meaningful work and look for the praise of others to assure myself that my efforts have been noticed and appreciated.

But often I don’t seek God. Yes, I attend church on Sundays and usually at least once during the week, I say prayers throughout the day, and I even sit in adoration for a few hours each week. But sadly, often that time is not spent truly seeking God and seeking to know Him better. Like I mentioned in a recent meditation, I often fight distractions which tend to pull me away from Him.

During a recent adoration hour, I started reading a book titled “Salvation” by Michael Patrick Barber. I got merely partway through the first chapter when it hit me that “Seek” should be a title for one of my meditations.

The key thing that I took away from the beginning of this book is that Jesus came to earth to save us. And not only that, He actively seeks us! Luke 19:10 says “For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.” Story after story in the Gospels show Jesus as the Good Shepherd seeking the lost. Jesus traveled all over the area healing and welcoming hurting people into the fold. Look at the story of Zacchaeus – he responded to Jesus’s invitation by stating he would repent and repay who he stole four times over. And the woman who poured costly perfume on Jesus’ feet was saved: Jesus explains to Simon that “I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she loved much.” (Luke 7:47)

Each of us, whether we know it or not, has a deep longing in our souls for “something.” This is in fact a longing for God. Unfortunately, we may misunderstand that longing, and instead seek out material things thinking they can comfort us and satisfy our needs.

I learned from this that I need to have a continual desire to seek Jesus, and seek Him first above all other things. A popular song we sing at church is “Seek Ye First” by Karen Lafferty. Perhaps you know it - the words come from Matthew 6:33. The first verse says “Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you; Alleluia.” What a good song to remind me Who I should seek!

During that recent adoration hour when I was pondering the gift the God seeks me, and was reminded that I need to seek him, the following words came:

Seek

Seek the One who saves;

Every hour;

Every day;

Keep Him in your heart.

Who do you seek? Do you seek the Lord? I pray that You will spend some time this week seeking Him and find blessing in His seeking you.

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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I’m not very fond of mirrors. I don’t like the reflection I see! I don’t think I am particularly good looking, and every time I look in a mirror I am reminded that I have so many flaws.

My sense of self-worth was pretty low when I was young. I was teased a lot for the way I looked. I never seemed to have the right clothes, I was overweight, and wearing glasses didn’t help, either. The few times I felt decent was when I was able to buy a nice piece of clothing or when I got contact lenses and wore makeup. For most of my life I avoided mirrors. I did not want to see what I saw there.

However, I have learned that how I look on the outside is not what matters. It’s what is inside that counts. A clean and loving heart goes a long way toward making one beautiful!

I also learned that God sees us as beautiful despite what the world may say. He sees us through His lenses, not our lenses, which recognize that we are fearfully and wonderfully made. Seeing myself in God’s mirror has been transformational for me – I can see that I am a beautiful, caring woman with many gifts that I can share with others. When I look in God’s Mirror, I feel loved

St. Clare of Assisi (in her Letters) speaks about this Mirror, and I’d like to share her words here today:

Happy is the person

who clings with all their heart to our Lord

and shares in God’s sacred banquet.

God is the one whose beauty is praised

by heaven’s indefatigable angels.

God is the one whose kindness electrifies,

whose contemplation refreshes,

whose love satisfies,

whose joy replenishes,

whose celebration illuminates the world,

whose fragrance resurrects the dead,

whose splendid vision blesses,

whose eternal glory shines,

whose everlasting light burns brightest,

whose Mirror reflects all things flawlessly.

Look in that Mirror each and every day.

Study your face in it forever.

Then you can put on the most beautiful clothes

and wear them and every one of virtue’s flowers,

because happy poverty, holy humility,

and indescribable kindness

are reflected in that Mirror

as you contemplate them there.

Do you like mirrors? If you are not fond of the reflection you see in your physical mirror, try looking into God’s Mirror. May you be able to see in that Mirror to see your beautiful, wonderful self, and be blessed in knowing God’s immense love for you. Then perhaps you can be a mirror of God’s love to the others around you.

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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Most of us can quote the Serenity Prayer by heart. “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” I first came across this prayer when I was involved in Al-Anon years ago, and I have used it many times in my life whenever I needed to be reminded that God is the one who is in charge and that I must accept what I can and cannot control.

Did you know that there is more to the Serenity Prayer than the words quoted above? I didn’t, until recently when I attended a funeral. The remembrance card for the deceased included a version of the prayer which included additional words. In doing some research, I discovered the prayer is attributed to American Theologian Dr. Reinhold Niebuhr. Here is the original full version:

“God, give us grace to accept with serenity

The things that cannot be changed,

Courage to change the things which should be changed,

And the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,

Enjoying one moment at a time,

Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,

Taking, as Jesus did,

This sinful world as it is,

Not as I would have it,

Trusting that You will make all things right,

If I surrender to Your will,

So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,

And supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen.”

I really like the additional words in this original version, and I am going to post them in my home. How important it is for me to remember to live one day at a time, and to accept whatever is placed in front of me, including difficulties. When I surrender to God’s will, He will provide me the right things I really need. When I recall these wise words, I can calm my mind in the midst of the chaos we find in this world.

Are you feeling stress these days? Do you find yourself in the middle of problems, and want to find peace? Perhaps the Serenity Prayer can help. I encourage you to read through the entire prayer, and maybe even post it where you can see it each day. It could be the source of many blessings for you!

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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Are you allowing God to guide your steps?

Do you remember when you were an infant? I don’t recall my infancy very well at all, but I do recall the infancy of my children. When they were young, they needed help – to be fed, to be changed, and to learn how to do many things. Their father and I tried hard as their primary guides as they learned to crawl, then walk, then attend school and learn.

Along the way, we also did our best to introduce them to another guide, Jesus. It’s challenging, though, to impart our faith upon our children. We try, but they may not “get it.” And when they turn into adults, they may not choose to allow us or Jesus to continue to guide them. It is then that we can only continue to model our faith for our children, and we have to allow them to go their own way.

I have had many guides over the years. My parents helped me to formulate the basics. Trusted teachers introduced me to various types of knowledge, which ultimately shaped my career path. And I have relied on various people as mentors for different tasks and issues that I faced.

Once my children were grown and I was able to spend more time figuring out what I wanted to “do” with the rest of my life, I took a spiritual turn. I decided to learn more about my faith. I began to read spiritual books, take Bible study courses, and I enrolled in the Catechetical Institute, a two-year course covering the Catechism. I have a daily reading and devotion booklet that I use, and I always am reading some work by a Christian author. I also attend daily mass as often as I can fit it into my schedule. I am allowing God to use these tools to guide me in life.

I can’t say that my life is now perfect, though. I never did have one of those flash moments where I suddenly my faith life became crystal-clear. I still have many failures and falls, and my faith journey is often a rocky one. I have a long way to go to become what God wants me to become. Will I ever be a saint? Well, maybe - at least it is something that I can strive for. But I do know that I can’t do it alone – I need God to guide my steps. So I must give Him as much opportunity to guide me as I can!

Are you allowing God to guide your steps? Perhaps this week you can spend a little time thinking about that. Maybe you can pick up some spiritual reading. Or perhaps you could attend an extra mass or join a Bible study group. Any of these tools could be a way to allow God to provide you some guidance and blessings on your journey.

Today I’d like to share one of my poems from my first book “Reflections On the Journey - Thoughts and Prayers on Life.”

You Are My Guide

I hear Your call, and I obey, climbing the hill of instruction.

I take the worn and beaten path so many have trod before.

But then you ask me to go higher, deeper into the innermost point of my soul.

I pick my way through the brambles and rocks that are the difficulties of my life,

But I make it through with Your steady arm to guide me.

You have a higher mission for me, and I continue upwards,

Journeying on the path You have laid before me.

Despite the stony obstacles that I face in this path,

When I follow You, the way is precious and beautiful,

A testimony to the rewarding plan You have for my life.

I am joyful that I have answered Your call.

The quietness of Your Love deafens me,

And peace shrouds me in a mantle of hope.

But I am so enveloped in the beauty that I become complacent, and I stray.

I pay no heed to the markers You have left for me to follow,

And finally I recognize that I am lost, and become fearful.

O Lord, how will I find my way back?

But You, O Lord, You always show me the way,

And after a few more steps a clear pathway appears,

One of smaller stones and yet so easy to follow.

I realize that I must let You guide my steps.

Teach me, Lord, to ever adhere to Your path.

When I stumble, tenderly lift me up again.

Should I stray, gently lead me back to You.

Guide me through the entire pathway of my life,

And escort me safely to my final resting place with You.

Have a blessed Monday!

Faye

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