Needed some inspiration.
The tagline for this blog is "looking at little life moments with a spiritual eye." Looked around. Looked outside. Looked inside. Looked at life. This eye was not seeing much spiritual.
A single thought; a single idea. That would start it off. Nothing. What was missing? Just not feeling it.
The simple, the plain; the ordinary. Then it came ...
The beauty of a single flower. So perfect in its imperfection. A creation of God. From nothing comes forth something at His command.
Thanks be to God.
Now that the tree is out on the curb, and you settle in for a long winter’s nap, savor these words called “The Work of Christmas” by African-American theologian Howard Thurman.
When the song of the angels is stilled,
when the star in the sky is gone,
when the kings and princes are home,
when the shepherds are back with their flocks,
the work of Christmas begins:
to find the lost,
to heal the broken,
to feed the hungry,
to release the prisoner,
to rebuild the nations,
to bring peace among the people,
to make music in the heart.
Find the lost, and if you are the lost, may you know you have already been found by Love itself.
Heal the broken, and if you feel broken, know that you are whole, as is, even with all your cracks. That’s how the Light gets in.
Feed the hungry, and if you are hungry, may you find that spiritual food that fills one forever.
Release the prisoner, and if you are imprisoned, may you be freed from the bondage of self.
Rebuild the nations, and if you love this nation, give it your best self by voting, by serving on a jury, by speaking truth to power.
Bring peace among the people, the kind of peace that comes from within that nothing outside can diminish.
Make music in the heart and in the heart of this awe-filled, awesome world, sing your song, the one you alone came here to sing.
SOURCE: "Breathe in your new life" by Regina Brett, 12/25/2022
"Looking at little life moments with a spiritual eye."