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- Eudora Welty

the choice is always yours

Posted by on Jul 24, 2014 in Reflections |

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“You rarely have time for everything you want in this life, so you need to make choices. And hopefully your choices can come from a deep sense of who you are. ” 
― Fred Rogers 

 

 

When you choose to stay true to your convictions, more often than not you will also be choosing integrity over popularity. It takes guts to be ok with that, but the reward – peace of soul – is, believe me, so, so worth it!

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Fumbling Forward

Posted by on Jul 23, 2014 in Reflections |

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Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

- Jean-Jacques Rousseau

 

On Monday I felt like I was sprinting on a treadmill – sweaty, exhausted, but getting nowhere. Every errand I ran became more complicated and time consuming than I’d anticipated, and I was an average of fifteen minutes late for every appointment I had scheduled.

 

At 5:20 pm I finally arrived at the grocery store to pick up something that could constitute a quick and easy dinner before having to get my youngest son fed and to soccer camp by 6:00. Becoming increasingly frazzled, I grabbed who knows what from random shelves and rushed to the check-out counter where I hurriedly emptied the contents of my cart onto the conveyer belt.

 

And that, my friends, is when the register malfunctioned.

 

As I stood there, gazing helplessly at the harried cashier and her manager frantically trying to figure out the problem, my blood began to boil.  I was fuming with frustration, which made my eyes tear up and my pulse quicken. It burned like heck in my gut.

 

LordhavemercyLordhavemercyLordhavemercy…I prayed, to keep from sighing exasperatedly, rolling my eyes, or muttering, “You have got to be kidding me!” under my breath.

 

LordhavemercyLordhavemercyLordhavemercy…I pleaded, when the cashier looked at me apologetically;  I needed divine intervention to smile back.  After all, it wasn’t her fault…these things happen…and in the grand scheme of things, this mattered very, very….very little. 

 

LordhavemercyLordhavemercyLordhavemercy, I continued until I had made it through to the other side of my internal temper tantrum, at which point I thanked God for helping me refrain from saying or doing something that would have discouraged someone else. I was, believe it or not, much later in the evening, actually grateful for that chance to increase my patience. 

 

You see, as challenging as it is to live out my convictions, I do believe with my whole being that these everyday, pesky “thorns in my flesh,” if humbly submitted to, can move mountains in my soul. Each time I hold my tongue when I want to say something negative, or act compassionately when I want to stew and pout, a part of me dies, making more room in my heart for Christ to enter in. And when there is more of Christ than “Me” in me, I am peaceful and courageous and merciful to my neighbor.

 

Salvation, I have to remind myself everyday, is a life-long race to be run (sometimes crawled) with perseverance. Lord willing, I will fall and get up again, fall and get up again, moving (often times fumbling) ever forward until my very last breath on this earth. 

 

 

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The Schmahl Family

Posted by on Jul 22, 2014 in Reflections |

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When you show up for a photo shoot and are offered a glass of Prosecco when you walk through the door, it’s a good indicator that a pretty great evening is about to unfold. This family here knows how to make a visitor feel at home. The session itself, on the beach as the sun was starting to set, was relaxed and enjoyable. Once we declared it finished, the girls asked to swim in the lake, wearing what they had on, and their parents didn’t even bat an eye at the request. “Sure!” they said, and the three of us sat in the sand and watched them laugh and splash and live fully in the moment.  It was an important reminder for me to slow it down and savor what is left of this already dwindling summer. Getting to know the  wonderful families in my community is such a sweet, sweet perk to this job! 

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Let it Happen

Posted by on Jul 22, 2014 in Reflections |

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“Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times and at others, move forward with it.”
- Ray Bradbury

In the process of growing up, those first pangs of disappointment when life veers far away from your best laid plans can sting so profoundly. Everything in you wants to stay there in place, pouting and weeping, and banging futilely on the closed and locked door to your perceived desires. With time and experience, however, and the benefit of hindsight, you learn that what you want isn’t always what you need. 

The sooner you let go and pray for the strength to change directions, the sooner you’ll develop the thick skin and resilient spirit necessary to thrive in any circumstance. Train your eyes to focus on silver linings; that’s where contentment is found.

 
 
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I do not fear the questions

Posted by on Jul 21, 2014 in Reflections |

blog experiencedI don’t fear the questions any more. I know that they are all part of the process of coming to union with God and refusing to make an idol of anything less. The point is that during that difficult time I didn’t try to force anything. I simply lived in the desert believing that whatever life I found there was life enough for me. I believed that God was in the darkness. It is all part of the purification process and should be revered. It takes away from us our paltry little definitions of God and brings us face-to-face with the Transcendent. It is not to be feared. It is simply to be experienced. Then, God begins to live in us without benefit of recipes and rituals, laws, and “answers”—of which there are, in the final analysis, none at all.
         – Sister Joan Chittister

 

 

It is impossible to adequately put into words what was never meant to be hemmed in by words, but rather lived. I could never be “talked” into or out of my Orthodox Christian beliefs. The less dependent I am on “making sense of it all,” in fact, the more wide open I become to finding salvation in everyone and everything.
 
When the world seems like it’s falling apart, and I am in danger of falling apart myself due to the chaos of it all, like the apostle Peter I pry my focus off of the storm and onto Christ. Have mercy, I simply, humbly, pray, on all of us.
 
And I keep on praying for mercy, in whatever mysterious form God deems best, while I work and serve and create in the present moment, assuming nothing but pouring everything – my every hope – into the heaven I experience when showing and receiving Christ-like love.

 

I do not fear the questions. I need no explanations. The older I get, the more child-like my faith becomes. 
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