In suspense and incomplete. Your ideas mature gradually – let them grow, let them shape themselves, without undue haste. Resonant as well, are the following words, passed along by a friend this past weekend: Above all, trust in the slow work of God. How do we allow them the time and space to convalesce so they can recover?
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Above All Trust The Slow Work Of God
We must trust in the slow work of God. It was written by Jesuit priest and paleontologist Pierre Teilhard de Chardin. How then, do we care for our souls in a way that is conducive to their healing? Restoring bodies and souls is unhurried, holy work that cannot be rushed. Experience here with this fellowship of makers! By the time Jesus met with Thomas, the one who doubted him, his wounds had become scars. That is to say, grace and circumstances. The answer is in a story. How long would this go on, I cried. A place we can lay down our wounded and weary souls for a moment and catch our breath. As though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances. When she's not teaching, Abby spends her time shaping words on the page, writing towards hope in the midst of hard things. Give Our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself.
Protests grew by the day, demands for change that are not new. So God's speed is 3 miles an hour, He sometimes chooses to use 1000 years to get something done we would like to see done in one day. Not in agreement but in practice. Let the words of trust and hope fill you today.
The Slow Work Of God
And yet it is the law of all progress, that it is made by passing through some stages of instability, and that it may take a very long time. I think about the wounds he suffered: the jagged holes in his hands and feet, the sting of rejection and betrayal, the deep gash in his side, the agony in his soul. It goes on in the depth of our life, whether we notice or not, at three miles an hour. That it is made by passing through. The familiar cadence of the words mirrors the lull of water gently lapping against the riverbank. I was sharing my fears, my impatience, my questioning.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. Don't try to force them on. And yet it is the law of all progress. It comes from this prayer by Father Teilhard de Chardin: Patient Trust. If that were true in Peter's day, how much more in our own! Although she finds nature beautiful and inspiring, Abby is most definitely a city girl and makes her home in Birmingham, England. Trying to figure the plot by my own wits just makes for a lame hack job of a script. I have been thinking of this poem again lately in all we are going through, when we need to accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete. A Field Guide to Cultivating ~ Essentials to Cultivating a Whole Life, Rooted in Christ, and Flourishing in Fellowship.
Trust That God Is Working Scripture
Perhaps the most restful of Psalms holds some wisdom for us. The kingdom that is come, and is also still to come. I will never forget the power of this poem that night in my life. In the classroom, she loves helping shape little minds, and is passionate about introducing children to great books.
God's pace and our pace are not the same. Accepting the anxiety of suspense. It's possible on a Kindle but not in breathing. I will be formed in that slow work. But I will not give up believing for change. On the mountain top and in the valley. I'm tired of being the tearful woman who can never quite get it together in church.
But, as Richard Rohr writes, 'if we do not transform our pain, we will most assuredly transmit it. ' The Good Shepherd meets us here with empathy and kindness, 'he knows our frame, he remembers that we are dust' (Psalm 103:14). Only God could say what this new spirit. It is a different kind of speed from the technological speed to which we are accustomed. Don't try to force them on, as though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) will make of you tomorrow. He cares for our wounds with patience and gentleness and invites us into sweet moments of rest so we can heal from the bottom up and find wholeness without fear or shame. To something unknown, something new. What we felt before seems to increase even more.