The grass is so green and the sunshine invites me to take a contemplative walk. I let my imagination bring me back to the mountainous hills of Galilee where Jesus once reclined to teach or heal or nourish his people, especially when he multiplied the loaves of bread for the hungry crowds. As the trees and flowers begin to blossom and come to life, I am reminded of my own call to rebirth and renewal each day. Grace is offered to me every single moment, if only I would stop to "smell the flowers" and realize this.
The greatest saints realized that they could do absolutely nothing without God. Even amidst their greatest works in life, they knew that it was because of God's strength and power and grace within them that these things were able to be.
I want to remember this is my own life. Often I feel my incompleteness, but sometimes life is filled with accomplishments and it is so easy to be tempted to forget that everything comes and is blessed by God.
So too, my spiritual journey, the path God is asking me to walk, is not my own doing. It is a journey of faith. One that takes patience with myself and with life. I wish I were holy. I wish I were more faithful. I wish I could conquer my weaknesses. I wish I could reach full maturity in all things. I wish I could rise again from the things that knock me down. I wish I could . . . do many things.
My journey of faith is one that reminds me that my wishes will come true in God's time. He is my power, my strength and my refuge. Resurrection comes to all who wait patiently.
The greatest saints realized that they could do absolutely nothing without God. Even amidst their greatest works in life, they knew that it was because of God's strength and power and grace within them that these things were able to be.
I want to remember this is my own life. Often I feel my incompleteness, but sometimes life is filled with accomplishments and it is so easy to be tempted to forget that everything comes and is blessed by God.
So too, my spiritual journey, the path God is asking me to walk, is not my own doing. It is a journey of faith. One that takes patience with myself and with life. I wish I were holy. I wish I were more faithful. I wish I could conquer my weaknesses. I wish I could reach full maturity in all things. I wish I could rise again from the things that knock me down. I wish I could . . . do many things.
My journey of faith is one that reminds me that my wishes will come true in God's time. He is my power, my strength and my refuge. Resurrection comes to all who wait patiently.
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