Walking the Passage: There was a mother's hands to wipe His tears away..........

Thursday, December 1, 2011

There was a mother's hands to wipe His tears away..........

Hand within hand … I look up at You…. And then lower my gaze… I look at our hands entwined and move my hand awkwardly within your sweet grasp… sitting here and leaning I would never want to budge.. The strength that flows forth from you and steadies me and shelters me… I lean into it and get lost….

There is earth that remembers Your foot print… there are rocks that remember Your touch… there are waves that remember being stilled and there are winds that remember the sound of Your voice…

There were arms that held a newborn babe and there are rags that washed His body… there was a shoulder that held Him up and a mother’s hand to wipe away His tears… and bring Him comfort…

A mother whose existence He had known about prior to the beginning of all that ever was would hold Him helpless to even hold up His own head… A father that would watch Him take His first steps and learn His first words… The Word who had spoken all into being would learn language and utter His first word….

Jesus… all that we know about you and all that we don’t… your years upon the earth that are hidden from our knowing and the years that are written down…. To think that He who formed and fashioned me in my mother’s womb was formed and fashioned…

I sit next to You and lean and get lost in my thoughts.... But in sitting and in leaning I am oh so full of awe of Your wonder and Your beauty and Your strength…. I soak You in and allow that which You are to surround me…

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One of my Favorite Narnian Quotes...

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things – trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world that makes you real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play-world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for the Overland.

A Brilliant Quote from Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,

but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?"

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking

so that others won't feel unsure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in every one.

As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.