Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep. Be of the same mind toward one another. Do not set your mind on high things, but associate with the humble. Do not be wise in your own opinion. ~Roman 12:15-16
Today, Lord, give me the ability to push my troubles temporarily aside. As you give me the comforting words to say to a friend in distress. Lord, I also ask that you give me the words to pray for the homeless everywhere.
Lord it is easy to take your blessings for granted when personal wants are fulfilled. It’s easy to forget about those that are sincerely in need as long as personal needs are being met.
Heavenly Father, this morning I’m praying that you touch the hearts of those that are blessed with a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs, clothes on their backs and shoes on their feet with a spirit of thanksgiving. Lord, help them to see, myself included, how blessed we truly are despite of unachieved goals. Help us to become steadfast in giving to the less fortunate with cheerful hearts.
Lord watch over the homeless. Give them their next meal without question or delay.
A few years after my mother died, I remembered more vividly the times in childhood when she had made gloomy days seem cheerful. When something special to do inside, such as new paper dolls or a coloring book. Later, when I was in school, I always knew that on a rainy day I would come home to the smell of cookies baking in the oven . . .
I remembered, too, that in my childhood my mother had always balanced grief with comfort, pain with joy . . . To compensate for my childhood illnesses, for example, she used to read me stories which made the afternoon fly, or she would show me how to knit doll clothes out of the scraps of yarn which she had saved in a worn, brocade knitting bag . . .
Whatever the specific method used, my mother had learned, long before I knew her, how to balance pain with pleasure.
Lord somewhere in the world there are people in mental anguish over life’s trials and tribulations. Often such pain is psychologically unbearable. During these moments sometimes people don’t have the ability to hold their heads high with the assurance of knowing God’s powers to set things right. Because of their inability to see your spiritual support most times every breath taken produce questions of their existence. Lord to be honest it is during these times when emotional pain makes a person feel every so often they do not have much use for others. And everything accomplished is tarnished with the shadow of sorrow; as it seems to their misfortune they were not given loved ones to uplift them during moments of afflictions. Hum . . . Lord, it is within our moments of tribulations that we see the hand prints of God on our lives. Therefore, I’m asking for your Holy presence among those who have yet to learn how to balance pain with pleasure. Lord I’m asking that you teach them that sorrow only last for a moment. Lord, I’m also praying they learn how to allow thoughts of joy to diminish their temporary gloomy day(s). So, again, Lord, I’m asking that you turn on your spiritual lights for these people that they might see how to truly balance pain with pleasure; and in turn they will enjoy living once again. Amen.
We are not human beings trying to be spiritual. We are spiritual beings trying to be human. ~ Jacquelyn Small
Whether women were human fascinated the English writer D. H. Lawrence, who often explored this conundrum in his work. “Man is willing to accept women as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, and encyclopedia, and ideal or an obscenity; the one thing he won’t accept her as is a human being, a real human being of the feminine sex.”
Perhaps the reason men find it so difficult to accept women as human beings is because we’re not, and deep down everyone knows it. But often women forget their Divinity as they go about their daily round. How often do we excuse ourselves with the expression, “well, I’m only human.”
No, you’re not, and neither am I. We forget we’re spiritual beings appearing for a brief span on this planet as humans. I certainly forgot that this morning when my daughter stayed home from school because she’s sick. Again. In a little while, I’ll have to take her to the doctor for a strep test and my entire work day will have been disrupted. I’m frustrated and angry; not at Katie—at real life, at deadlines. But did she realize that, when I rolled my eyes at the thought of another day gone awry? I don’t think so.
Spiritual beings do not sweat real life’s small stuff. They also know that most of what drives us crazy in real life is small stuff. The only thing that isn’t small stuff is the reason you’re on earth in the first place: to find that portion of the world’s lost heart that only you can ransom with your love and authentic gifts and then return it, so that all of us can experience Wholeness.
A spiritual being knows that the work will be waiting for her when she gets back from the doctor’s office. A spiritual being knows that there is no such thing as a deadline. Deadlines are chronos, the world’s time; Divinity knows only kairos, Eternity. The being knows that the only thing that’s not small stuff today is caring fro and comforting a sick child.
This spiritual being might have also known that this morning if she’d taken five minutes to center herself.
Scripture tells us that men were created a little above the angels. But don’t ever forget that women were the climax of the Spirit’s creativity cycle. After woman was created, Wisdom realized there was no need to proceed further: this superior being would save the world.
Big things are expected of us.
As for me, there’s a lost heart that needs to be ransomed by a spiritual being trying to be human.