Wherever You Are

“May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be content knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. 

It is there for each and every one of us.”                                        

                                                                                                             -Teresa of Avila

Adding anything more just seems silly… like gilding a lily.

Happy Monday,


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3 Responses to Wherever You Are

  1. Penny says:

    What a way to start (or end) each day!

  2. My ordinary is always extraordinary. I blogged the following:
    Oh, and as for ordinariness, in the gifted sermon, we usually have not a clue and cannot see in the midst of the turmoil of our ordinary daily life, the extraordinary shape and beauty of what we call our common lives, what we term ‘mundanity’ even, because of the way everybody lapses into bad fiction when they imagine their lives. But when you consider each negligible stone in the road, every insignificant sparrow, each unpleasing drop of sweat on your permeated brow was once literally brought to a fiery molten Womb of an earth by incessant bombardments of meteorites with packages of life material and salt water, you will begin to see the present form in the ancient universes of an incomparable life, Passionately conceived, whether resolving into the odor of the matter of St. Teresa of Avila taking a peep on the side of the road to the trial of the Inquisition or into the private sanctity of J.S. Bach smacking twitching earthy lips over another glass of tepid beer after a long, long, dreadfully fatiguing day, creating spiritual masterworks. You think the Inquisition or the Mass in B Minor “spice up” life to extraordinary creation, but really they were produced out of chill voids of boredom, plodding through mercilessly long, empty hours, between the one— the problem of high evil— and the other of high love, navigated by saint and master successfully by faith in Christ. If we stick to this meaning we’ll get along and ordinary will be extraordinary and vice versa.

  3. Barbara Dirks says:

    There’s a desert out there. Thanks for the raindrops.

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