Wherever You Go

Industrial Park behind the NOVA Field House, Chantilly, 2/24/15, 6:05PM

Poland Road, South Riding, 2/23/15, 5:40 PM

THINK

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; be not frightened, neither be dismayed; for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

PRAY

Dear God, Let me notice you in the sunrise and in the sunset. Remind me that you are with me wherever I go.

ACT

I'm becoming a bit obsessed with the dawn and with the dusk. Last year, when I started getting outside before the sun came up, I also quickly learned the glory in a sunrise. Day after day, the colors of the sky promised me that God is vast and rather amazing. Watching the way He opened the day made me so sure that He could handle everything that was coming far better than I could. In every sunrise, there was surrender. 

Then came the sunsets. I am captivated by the sky. Truly. This winter has been too cold most mornings for sunrise walks outside. The sidewalks aren't predictably cleared and it's not all that safe to walk or run in streets narrowed by banks of snow. I've observed a fair share of sunrises from the warmth of my house. And I've been more than a little disappointed not to be out in it. 

Sunsets are a different story. I've pursued them this week. Even though I've been driving hither and yon, I've been soaking in sunsets. (Have I told you about the soccer team that never cancels practice due to weather? Yes, I'm familiar with ever indoor facility within a twenty mile radius.) The last two days, I've literally pulled over, gotten out of the car, and stood there to inhale the sky. Yesterday, Nick was with me. He didn't bat an eye at the strange behavior of his mother and I am extremely grateful for that. 

I have noticed people noticing me noticing the sun. Sometimes, when I've stopped to take a picture, they honk. Whatever. Those people probably need to slow down in their own lives. Mostly, though, people will pass me and see that I'm looking at canvas across the sky and they will pause, too. And they will look, too. They'll most likely smile with a shared recognition of having witnessed something remarkable. The evening will be more peaceful for the looking.

Seriously, if God can do that in the heavens, what else can He do? Pretty much anything, right? And the thing about the sunset? When I get back in the car and drive to whichever soccer venue is my duty that day, the sun is setting all along the way. One view after another, one more glorious than the next. He's there. Wherever I go. By the time, the sun finally sinks over the Blue Ridge, I see how silly all the anxieties I've carried all day are in light of His vast majesty. The God of that sky? He's the Lord of my life. 

With the sunrise, let's put all the cares of the day into His strong hands. Let us be neither frightened nor dismayed. With the sunset, let's count our blessings and see all the ways He was faithful.

Nations Street South Riding 2/24/15 5:42 PM

Fuel for the day, grace for the moments

THINK

4 For the word of the Lord is upright;
    and all his work is done in faithfulness.
5 He loves righteousness and justice;
    the earth is full of the steadfast love of the Lord.

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18 Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him,
    on those who hope in his steadfast love,
19 that he may deliver their soul from death,
    and keep them alive in famine.

20 Our soul waits for the Lord;
    he is our help and shield.
21 Yea, our heart is glad in him,
    because we trust in his holy name.
22 Let thy steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us,
    even as we hope in thee.

Psalm 33

PRAY

Nourish your people, Lord, for we hunger for you word. Rescue us from the death of sin and fill us with your mercy, that we may share your presence and the joy of all the saints.

~From Morning Prayer, February 24, divineoffice.org

ACT

Don't skip breakfast. We all know that feeling of heading out into the day, fueled only by a cup of coffee. Then mid-morning hits, with a crisis or an unexpected challenge. And we are so not up for it, because by then, all the coffee does is make us grumpy and poorly equipped to make decisions. So, don't skip breakfast. And don't skip the morning filling up on the Word. Fill with mercy. Fill with Grace. Fuel up with God Himself. And then take on the inevitable crises and challenges for the day. He is enough for anything that awaits.

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Motherhood can feel like the loneliest vocation in the world. Surrounded by children, who frequently bring us to our knees, both literally and figuratively, we can be overwhelmed by isolation. Mothers need community. We can be community for one another. We can encourage on another and hold each other accountable. If you like these short devotions, please share the image and send another woman here. And when you're here, please take a moment to pray with another mother who is visiting. Leave a comment and when you do, pray for the woman whose comment is just above yours. Just a moment--blessed--will begin to build community.

I like to pray when I run in the morning. Often, I listen to Divine Office and pray Morning Prayer or the Office of Readings. Then, I just take up a conversation with God. I'd love to pray for you! Please leave your prayer requests below and we can pray for each other, no matter how we spend our morning prayer time. Meet me back here tomorrow and I'll share the ponderings from my #morningrun.

Put your feet on the path. He'll meet you there.

THINK

Yet even now—oracle of the Lord—
    return to me with your whole heart,
    with fasting, weeping, and mourning.
 Rend your hearts, not your garments,
    and return to the Lord, your God,
For he is gracious and merciful,
    slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love,
    and relenting in punishment. Joel 2:12-13

PRAY

With my whole heart. 

God, this Lent, I want to return with my whole heart. All of it. Nothing held back. I want to lay my heart bare, pull out the messes, see the sins, and return to you, knowing that you will open wide your arms. 

With my whole heart, Lord. Let me come back with everything I have and everything I am. 

ACT

The prodigal son returned because he was hungry and out of money and down on his luck. He'd squandered his inheritance and the circumstances of his life left him little choice but to return home. He was sorry because he was in a mess. The forgiving father met him in that beginning glimmer of repentance. The father didn't stay in his house and wait for the son to get there and ask him to do a thorough examination of conscience and full confession of his sins before he welcomed him home. "While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him" (Luke 15:20). We don't have to make a perfect confession to begin the journey home.

Instead, we can make up our minds to return with our whole hearts, trusting that our whole hearts will follow. Then, we can turn towards the Father and ask Him to take us in. He will. He will restore us to Him and He will give us the grace to be wholeheartedly in His presence. Lent is a journey. It begins with the desire to be restored to the Father. He will run out to greet us. He will walk back towards home with us. Along the path, He will reveal more and more of Himself to us and He will grant us the grace necessary to fully repent. With the forgiving father as our companion, we can, in confidence, lay our hearts bare and pull out every last mess and be fully reconciled. 

Today, put your feet on the path. Just ask to come home. He'll meet you there. 

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Motherhood can feel like the loneliest vocation in the world. Surrounded by children, who frequently bring us to our knees, both literally and figuratively, we can be overwhelmed by isolation. Mothers need community. We can be community for one another. We can encourage on another and hold each other accountable. If you like these short devotions, please share the image and send another woman here. And when you're here, please take a moment to pray with another mother who is visiting. Leave a comment and when you do, pray for the woman whose comment is just above yours. Just a moment--blessed--will begin to build community.

I like to pray when I run in the morning. Often, I listen to Divine Office and pray Morning Prayer or the Office of Readings. Then, I just take up a conversation with God. I'd love to pray for you! Please leave your prayer requests below and we can pray for each other, no matter how we spend our morning prayer time. Meet me back here tomorrow and I'll share the ponderings from my #morningrun.

He Loves the Mess You Are

Lent begins this week — the spiritual gift of the Church that is a season of paring away the things that cloud our souls in order to see more clearly how much God loves us. We enter into the season by raising our heads to the marking of ashes.

Remember, man, that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.

Remember that we are but crumbled matter. We are broken and fragile. We are ruined. We have struggled and sinned and fallen and pulled others down with us. We are each our own mess. Dust. We are dust.

But out of dust He formed us, and He breathed life into us. He gave us shape, and He shaped our souls. The Creator literally loved the dust of us into being. He did it the first day we first became alive, and He has done it every single day since then. 

Lent brings us face to face with the grim reality of our sin. It brings into sharp focus all the contours of the ruins of our life. We can deny the reality of Lent. We can live the whole season without letting it genuinely, tangibly touch us. We can go through the motions without letting the liturgy change us. 

Or we can let it sink deep into our being. We can let the dust be stirred and notice how we are both: We are sinners, and we are saved. We are fallen, and we are loved. At the beginning of Lent, we can be distracted by “what we’re giving up.” The question is asked and plans are made, and it all sounds like a revision of New Year’s resolutions. Don’t be limited by what you’re giving up; don’t stop at the sacrifice. The real question isn’t what we’re giving up; it’s “how did I wander away from God, and how do I get back?” The essence of Lent is that we are the prodigal (or maybe we are his brother), and we both need the forgiving Father. 

Give up whatever is blocking the path home. Give up the voice in your head that says you are beyond help. Give up the notion that you have to earn your way home. You don’t. Just return to the Father. He loved you from the time you were dust. He still loves you today, despite your dirt.

Lent is about letting the Creator make us new. If we embrace Lent and we live it fully, we see that we are ruined. We count our sins, and we remind ourselves again that without Him, we mess up. An entire season of repentance gives us time to take a complete inventory of the dark places in our souls. 

Perhaps more importantly, an entire season of repentance doesn’t leave us in a place of self-recrimination. Instead, it gives us ample time to see both how wrecked we are and how much God loves us anyway. The liturgy of the season — listen to it — draws us into the everlasting truth that God loves us even in our dirtiest, dustiest state. He loves us deeply and wholly just as we are.

He love us there, but He doesn’t leave us there. He picks us up, dusts us off, and breathes into us a new life.

Glorify the Lord by Your Life

THINK

Go in peace, glorifying the Lord by your life.

(Dismissal, Roman Missal, Third Edition, This option was composed by Pope Benedict XVI)

PRAY

Dear Lord, as I go about my daily round, allow me to rest in your peace, to be at peace with You and with the people you bring into my life. Let that peace be the foundation upon which I act. Let me go forth, confident in your love for me and let me be the real and tangible presence and action of that love to others.

ACT

Today, consider the dismissal as a little examen to be used throughout your day. Are you resting in the peace of Christ, or are you wresting control away from Him? Are you sharing your faith, the Gospel readily apparent in your life? Does God's glory shine through even the most mundane moments? How about the most frustrating ones? 

We are commissioned to GO! At the end of every Mass, no matter which dismissal option is used, we are sent forth into the world to live as Christ wherever we are called. We each have a mission to live a life of Christian disciples. Further, we have a mission to make Christian disciples of all nations (Matthew 28:9). Or maybe just of all the people living under our own roofs for right now.

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Motherhood can feel like the loneliest vocation in the world. Surrounded by children, who frequently bring us to our knees, both literally and figuratively, we can be overwhelmed by isolation. Mothers need community. We can be community for one another. We can encourage on another and hold each other accountable. If you like these short devotions, please share the image and send another woman here. And when you're here, please take a moment to pray with another mother who is visiting. Leave a comment and when you do, pray for the woman whose comment is just above yours. Just a moment--blessed--will begin to build community.

I like to pray when I run in the morning. Often, I listen to Divine Office and pray Morning Prayer or the Office of Readings. Then, I just take up a conversation with God. I'd love to pray for you! Please leave your prayer requests below and we can pray for each other, no matter how we spend our morning prayer time. Meet me back here tomorrow and I'll share the ponderings from my #morningrun.