“Turn Your Ear To Me, Oh Lord” by Dianne H. Timmering

“Turn your ear to me, Lord, and hear me.” Psalm 85 (86)

My almost three year old niece, Lola, takes my head into her little hands when she wants to speak to me while I hold her resting on my hip. Those little hands come up and press into my cheeks and she positions my face so that our eyes meet and she is certain that I can hear her.

When she does that, I am reminded of the scripture that God so loves and if He “does” for and takes care of the birds of the air (Matthew 6:26), how much more will He do for His children who love Him. I truly don’t think there is anything I would deny Lola if she asked me–so precious, so earnest, so attentive to what she is trying to convey and wanting to make sure I understand just what she is asking.

So I envision myself putting God’s glow into my hands and positioning His face just in front of mine. And we talk, and He listens and He smiles and we are together and nothing frightens me and blessings arrive.

Tell Him your thoughts, your deepest hearts desires. Tell Him what scares you, ask Him for help in any situation. Be specific. Tell Him what you need. He is listening.

Lord, you are magnificent, I tell Him today. Because He is and I feel like telling Him this. And then I ask: bless all our people and their families with protection, healing and the favor of plenty. Amen.

Love to all,


Dianne Timmering, EMBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC


“Our 2nd Annual Interfaith National Day Of Prayer After Almost A Decade From Our Earliest Beginnings: What We Have Learned” by Dianne H. Timmering

Our 2nd annual Interfaith National Day of Prayer after almost a decade from our earliest beginnings: What we have learned

by Dianne Timmering

The National Day of Prayer on May 2, 2013, our 2nd annual Inter-faith prayer day, was about the faith of a mustard seed; like the tight center of a wheel, we were the spokes of faith.

As we built the Spirituality Pillar, we began to uncover the power of the listening ear, the lending of compassion toward the empathy of the ailment and the simpleness of time to mend a suffering heart.

Prayer or a good game of checkers could heal we discovered; after all it was about time and the bravery of kindness. Prayer and the Spirit were about the essence of unconditional love we found even in the unavoidable imperfections of our existence.

We have learned it is about celebrating the dignity and beauty of faith traditions long established, the abolition of assumption; it is about the ancient roots of “crying out” like David in the Psalms for something bigger than the self; it is about the breaking off of caged conceptions and the pressing into new wisdom; it is about the outpouring of love . . . just love because that is what God is.

We found that the sanctity of respect could bring different faith traditions together – not watered down or diminished, but thriving in who we are as peoples, with boldness and a shine for the world; a world with no need for strife, but for dialogue, collaboration and a willingness to hear one another. It is in this secret beauty of one voice that is perhaps the best language of love.

And finally, maybe this national day of prayer, a government ordained moment, a heritage of our nation almost 240 years old saw the merging of public/government works, business innovation and spiritual pursuits, not just in service and works but as three points of integration to establish thriving communities in our city, prolific job opportunities, and domestic tranquility and justice for all.

And we welcomed our honored guests from numerous faith traditions—Baptist, Jewish, Muslim, Quaker, Catholic, Hindu, Sikh, Buddhist, Bahai, Unitarian, and Native American-Sioux.

And we were one voice crying out for many in need of hope. A theme began to emerge as the power of the divine sang love and healing in magnificent harmony. Tradition made us beautifully different. Love made us the same.

We were souls praying with one voice. And we shared moments of faith and the culture of the beautiful and all were welcome.

Dianne Timmering, EMBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC

“Bless The Hands, A Tribute To National Nurses Week” by Dianne H. Timmering

“The LORD will open the heavens, the storehouse of his bounty, to send rain on your land in season and to bless all the work of your hands.” Deuteronomy 28:12

The power of the hand. It moves in every minute, even fidgets in a restless sleep. It occupies the air and space around us. Its fingers direct or count. Those fingers are the spokes of its core, sculpting, reaching for Kleenex, opening a carton of milk, dressing a wound.

Hands toil and wipe tears. They mine the soil and scrub the clothes. They do hard work and they do soft work. They get dry and cracked and burned from the sun. Over time they age and spot. They hold arthritis, and don’t function as freely as before. So one looks at the hand to direct or coax it in one way or another, but it doesn’t go the way it once did.

And so we depend on another’s set of hands–a CNA’s clutch of a toothbrush, the squeeze of toothpaste across the bristles, the gentle handing of it to a resident, positioning it just so, the CNA closing the resident’s frail hand around it so that her dignity is restored as she brushes her own teeth, up and down, up and down, like when she was young, the motion familiar, normal, real.

God bless the hands.

Dearest Lord: We thank you for our nursing team, and their empathetic choice to be one. We thank you for who they are and we thank you for their determined hands of care, hope and love.


Dianne Timmering, EMBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC