When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening. I will never understand the silent dying of the green pie apple tree if I do not slow down and listen to what Spirit is telling me, telling me of the death of trees, the death of planets, of people, and what all these deaths mean in the light of the love of the Creator who brought them all into being; who brought me into being; and you. This questioning of the meaning of being, and dying, and being, is behind the telling of stories around tribal fires at night; behind the drawing of animals on the walls of caves; the singing of melodies of love in spring, and of the death of green in autumn. It is part of the deepest longing of the human psyche, a recurrent ache in the hearts of all of God’s creatures.

Madeleine L’Engle from Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art, one of my most favorite books from one of my most favorite writers.


Where My Treasure Is…

inspired by Matthew 6:21

“Where my treasure is there will my heart be,

by Your grace, O Lord, let my treasure be in You.

If my treasure is in power plays, my heart will be trapped in ego ways.

Let my treasure be in giving Love, for my heart of joy will soar above.

If my treasure is in outer things, my heart won’t hear God’s Voice as He sings.

Let my treasure be serenity, for my heart sings for eternity.

If my treasure is in my self will, my heart will not know how to be still.

Let my treasure be Christ’s Holy Light, for my heart will know peace day and night.

Where my treasure is there will my heart be,

By Your grace, O Lord, let my treasure be in You.”

In the quest for what really matters, I asked myself about what I treasure, what I value, what is the meaning of Life?  When these lyrics came to me my life was full of small children bringing me treasures every day!  …Dandelions and purple violets from the yard, feathers from a bird who narrowly escaped one of our dogs, caterpillars, shiny rocks, acorns, broken sand dollars and shark’s teeth from the beach, an empty blue robin’s egg fallen from its nest, the first orange-red fallen leaf of autumn.  Sometimes obstacles kept me from appreciating these daily offerings reminding me of the miracles of creation and I found those same obstacles present (and still do!) in regards to my spiritual life.  When I concentrate on the wrong things, I lose peace/serenity, the ability to love others, and Christ’s Holy Light dims within me and around me.  For me, those obstacles are power plays (my own and others’ can always be chalked up to ego), outer things (wanting materials things I don’t have and allowing their misguided ”importance” to dishearten me), and my self will (oh, this is such a big one still since it usually leads to anger, sin, and separation from God).  It is only by grace that we can know the greatest treasure, the gift of His unconditional Love… I ask you, where are your treasures and what are the obstacles that keep you from Christ? 


There is hardly ever a complete silence in our soul. God is whispering to us wellnigh incessantly. Whenever the sounds of the world die out in the soul, or sink low, then we hear the whisperings of God. He is always whispering to us, only we do not always hear, because of the noise, hurry, and distraction which life causes as it rushes on.

F. W. Faber


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