Thoughts of God

Fresh from the journey of Lent I am not in any hurry to start blogging again, as such, but I will begin to share some good quotes that I have come across.

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“Then exactly what are good thoughts concerning God?” Ignorance wanted to know.

Christian said, “…When our thoughts of God agree with what the Word says aboiut Him, then they are good thoughts. That means when we think of His character and attributes as the Word teaches.

“However, to speak of Him concerning ourselves, when we understad that He knows us better than we know ourselves, and that He can see sin in us when and where we can see none in ourselves; and when we understand that He knows our inmost thoughts, and that He at all times sees into the depths of our heart; and when we think that all our righteousness stinks in His nostrils, and that for this reason even with our best performance we still cannot stand before Him with any confidence, then our thoughts are good…”

Pilgrim’s Progress, Updated, Modern English by John Bunyan

An End in Itself

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As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us… John 17:21

One measure of a healthy life of prayer is that it never seeks a sign.  Prayer should never be an effort to control or manipulate how God acts in our lives. It is not a means to an end but an end in itself.

from The Little Way of Lent by Gary Caster (emphasis my own)

Prayer is the deliberate and steadfast action of the soul. It is true and enduring, and full of grace. Prayer fastens the soul to God and makes it one with His will.

from Revelations of Divine Love by Julian of Norwich

Beloved, pray for us.

1 Thessalonians 5:25 (The Life with God Bible NRSV)

Lent: The Fulfilment of Time

… the Spirit immediately drove [Jesus] out into the wilderness. He was in the wilderness forty days, tempted by Satan; and he was with the wild beasts; and the angels waited on him.

Now after John was arrested, Jesus came to Galilee, proclaiming the good news of God, and saying, “The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God has come near; repent, and believe in the good news.”

Mark 1:12-15 (The Life with God Bible, NRSV)

Broken

Sometimes I wonder what the point is. Sometimes I look at the world and all I see is brokenness. Sometimes I look at my life and all I see is brokenness. Sure, I see that where many families would have fallen apart, we stayed together and grew in love, flawed as it is. We’ve had our rocky moments but I think, thank God, that my children are going to be ok. They have been through such a lot, but each of them is, I hope, secure in the knowledge that he or she is loved and worthy of love. Each child has hopes and dreams for the future and understands that they have to work to reach those dreams (to a greater or lesser degree). Each child also has a knowledge of God, again to a greater or lesser degree… Prince’s understanding of Christianity is – of necessity – very simple. It boils down to ‘God is love. He teaches us to love. Be kind. Where you have done wrong, say sorry.’

I have a wonderful husband, who gives me more than words can say. I hope I give him what he needs, too. He has been enormously supportive throughout our marriage (we celebrate five years this year!) and even more so these past few months during EMDR. My husband always sees things in me that I never see in myself. He always has. Ours was definitely a match made in heaven.

But then I look at me. I’m nearly 40. I’m still going through therapy. When will my life begin? When will I experience normality? When will I be able to serve God more fully?

So I said to God, “Dear God, how can I be of use to You when I am like this – broken and jagged and anxious and broken and…”

I had hardly begun this (admittedly rather truculent) prayer when into my mind came an image of Christ on the cross. He was weak. He was scorned. Naked. Shamed. Humiliated. Tortured. Nails through his flesh to enhance the suffering. Broken.

“This is my body, broken for you.” The words flashed into my mind as the image changed: Jesus with the disciples, sharing the final meal, speaking the words that would become a gift for His followers.

The image changed again: bread and wine raised aloft as the priest repeats Jesus’ words; words that have echoed through the centuries. “Take, eat. This is my body… Do this in remembrance of me…”

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Jesus was broken. I am broken. We are all broken, in different ways. Brokenness is the most remarkable thing about the Gospel. Brokenness was taken down from the cross all crumpled and empty. In grief and sorrow brokenness was carried and laid in a tomb, carefully wrapped in cloth. The shell-shocked stragglers walked away.

But that wasn’t the end of the story.

Reblog: In Illness, on the Cross with Our Lord

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I suppose what’s below also applies when experiencing (or reliving, as in EMDR) rejection, humiliation, feelings of worthlessness, being blamed when you’re not at fault… All these things our precious Lord went through in His Passion. That really is a comfort to know.

‘The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.
We thought he brought it on himself,
that God was punishing him for his own failures.
But it was our sins that did that to him,
that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins!
He took the punishment, and that made us whole.
Through his bruises we get healed.’

Isaiah 53:2-5 (The Message)

Contemplative in the Mud

At the Basilica in Lourdes

Do not be distressed about having to stay in bed ill and not being able to meditate, for to endure the scourging of our Lord is no less a good than to meditate. No, it is undoubtedly better to be on the cross with the Lord than to be only looking at Him.
Saint Francis de Sales

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EMDR, LENT, TRAINING

I’ve had to take a break from my studies to focus on getting well. It was the right decision, but sometimes, if I compare myself to the world, I can’t help but see all that I missed. My peers went to school; I missed school. My peers did their A-levels and went off to university; I didn’t. My peers began jobs and careers; I didn’t.

It’s not that I resent the fact that I never had any of these things, because what difference does resentment make? None! So it’s a useless, destructive thing to hang onto. Nonetheless it would be so easy to feel ‘less than’. In the past few weeks of EMDR, I have had to face the extent and depth of my brokenness, but I have been strangely surprised by my strength too. Genuinely surprised. I may not have pieces of paper to prove my ‘qualifications’, but God has had me in training for years, just as today’s email from the Open Doors ‘Step of Yes’ series said. As Paul wrote to the Thessalonians, so God has said to all of us today:

‘…you don’t need any written instructions. God himself is teaching you to love each other, and you are already extending your love… make it your ambition to have no ambition!’

1 Thessalonians 4:9,10 (JB Phillips)

Lent: Dear God

Dear God,

Not for the first time, I realise. I know nothing. I also realise that, without You, I am – er –

mostly –

Yeah.

That you consider me worth Your time amazes me (heck, you invented Time, why did you even bother with humanity?). The fact that I have realised this, again, makes me want to tell You again: I am willing. What do You need me to do? Not that You need me to do anything, but You make me a needed part of Your incredible story. I will always be amazed.

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Thank you.

lots of love

xxx

Pictures from https://nateomac.wordpress.com/2011/11/page/2/ and http://hellogiggles.com/yo-meh-yall-fake-words-cant-live-without/meh

Thankful

I drove to get her at midday. She was there, waiting with a smile.

“Someone’s just gone to get me coat.” My mother-in-law said, in her strong local accent. I was glad the staff had remembered that we were taking her out. Usually I have to find her outdoor clothes. Not that I mind; she’s always so surprised and so glad to see us that any service we offer seems but small.

They say Mothers’ Day is the busiest day of the year for restaurants. I think it’s the busiest day of the year for care homes, too. I’d never seen so many visitors! The sight made me smile, yet I was more than a little sad for those whose visitors only turned up because it was a special occasion. Sadder still for those with no visitors at all. Is this what these elderly men and women deserve? Mind you, my MIL is lovely and her nature makes her easy to love. I’m not sure it’s as easy to love some of the other residents, especially the ones who shout a lot or spend all their time moaning. Who knows whether that’s their natural temperament or the result of some form of dementia? After all, they’re in a care home for a reason.

We got in the car, MIL and I, and drove to the pub, where we met the rest of them. Seven of us in an English pub on this dreary grey day, though the smiles all round made it seem warmer. It’s not been a bright spring day today at all. It was cold, for a start, and rainy. February cold. Brrrrr. On days like these it’s not so much England’s ‘green and pleasant land’ as England’s grey and dreary land. Still, the warmth of the company more than made up for the weather and the cheerful, obliging service from the local chef turned a very good pub lunch into an excellent pub lunch. Have you ever noticed how much a friendly face and a cheerful disposition can change an entire encounter?

After lunch we headed off to the Garden Centre. You know you’re getting old hurtling towards middle age when spending Sunday afternoon at the Garden Centre sounds appealing. Not for the first time was I glad we have the two extra seats in the back, so that we could all fit in the car. This car is so versatile and so cheap to maintain it really is a godsend (that’s another marker of middle age, I think, being pragmatic).

Home for a warming mug of tea when the queue in the cafe looked too daunting. The two girls snuggled up with Nanna on the sofa bed watching a DVD (one of the benefits of not having a free-for-all with TV is that when they do watch it they think it’s a treat). I’m just about to pop the kettle on for a proper Sunday tea, complete with wedding-gift tea set and cake stand with dainty treats sausage rolls.

EMDR again tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. Daniel facing the lions’ den? Yes, pretty much. But more so, because I know those lions will be roaring in my face tomorrow morning and I’ll just be sitting there, clutching my Bagpuss (part of my comfort box) and clinging to hope.

And now, Lord, what do I wait for and expect? My hope and expectation are in You.

Psalm 39:7 (Amplified)

Yet I can’t help but just be so very, incredibly, overwhelmingly thankful.

Happy Mothers’ Day x

Lent: Being

God formed Man out of dirt from the ground and blew into his nostrils the breath of life. The Man came alive—a living soul!

Genesis 2:7 (The Message)

Spring is in the air, like God breathed and the whole world burst into life. Garden daffodils wave their bonny heads. The wood pigeon coos from the branch of a still-bare silver birch. The sky is blue, well there are at least blue patches amidst the grey (in England the sky is more often grey than blue). Tiny green buds have appeared on the baby cherry tree that Frank planted last year. For the first time this year I have hung washing on the line. I love the way the wind moves through the trees and idly spins the rotary airer. The clothes almost take on a life and energy of their own.

I suppose we’re a bit like that. It is God’s breath that makes us move, and His spirit that makes us move with purpose. Sometimes when I think of the Holy Spirit I hear a soft wind blowing. In the God-breathed blowing there is life – life in all its fullness. God is around us and in us, just as the air is around us and in us. I am not the air and the air is not me. I am not God and God is not me; but God is part of me and I am part of Him.

“…God who made the world and all that is in it, being Lord of both Heaven and earth… has created every race of men to live over the face of the whole earth. He has determined the times of their existence and the limits of their habitation, so that they might search for God, in the hope that they might feel for him and find him—yes, even though he is not far from any one of us. Indeed, it is in him that we live and move and have our being…”

Acts 17:28