This thing about blind faith is just that sometimes it’s too hard and one loses all hope and can’t see. And worse, then we try to figure out how God will solve it or if He even can. So why pray? Especially since “impossible” has descended upon our head of thoughts and we wonder how one can ever be healed or helped. We can’t feel it or smell it and blind faith has taken on a whole new meaning of the impossible.
Maybe it’s the surrender to the impossible that allows an eke of petition that opens the horn of prayer. Maybe hopelessness or even “giving up” frees the vocal chords because there’s nothing to lose; what other voice or help is out there? What other choice? And we don’t know why, over the squeak of a scratchy prayer, but we feel better even in the shroud of doubt. So we cry and then the tears stop and we lift our head and see through the dim clearing. And God reaches out and finds us there and the prayer seed finds its first stem. And things start to happen even if we can’t see it. Could it be about the ask? How much is simple peace worth even if the torch is a single thread of flame. Misery leaves. Hope plants.
Ask and you shall receive, seek and you shall find, knock and the door will be open to you. Matthew 7:7
I love you all. Dianne
Dianne H. Timmering, Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC
“This, then, is how you should pray: “‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us
not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one.” Matthew 6:9-13
Mom passed away just three months ago and I still can’t describe how it feels. There are brief moments when it feels fresh and hurtful but I find myself stunned that I don’t miss her more than I do.
Perhaps it is because I “feel” her in the fabric of the air around me and she is still talking to me in the whispers of wholeness, assurance and love.
And I see her in His presence–unhindered by the rusted barnacles of Parkinsons which had once stolen from her. Oddly, she is distracted when I have visions of her–she is drawn to that which is brighter than myself, even as her child, and while I sense the deepness of her love, she is drawn to a greater love and I am happy to see her float to that which is a
horizon of joy and never fear. She is happy–so it is easy to miss her less. And it just seems that it would not be fair to wish her back when she has a thousand new wishes forward. And God is with her and heaven is a bucket of all that is good and rich to reach into; and there is only good to pull out of it. And it is hers now. So with her peace, so then comes mine. And I know that God’s kingdom is not so very far away; in fact, it is here.
So I know God is real. I love you all.
Vice President of Spirituality