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“We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.”
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“THE INNER HISTORY OF A DAY
"No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, it hid its face in light,
demanded nothing for itself, opened out to offer each of us a field of brightness that traveled
ahead, providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps and the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention; it dwells within the silence of elegance."
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“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness,
the more original and creative our time will become.”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.
The psalmist, writing over 3,000 years ago expresses a desire, a deep longing, to be with God at the temple - that place of worship and praise. Like the deer whose life depends on water, especially as it is chased by hunters, just as the psalmist is being pressed his enemies, he thirsts after the Living God.
Circumstances prevent him from being at the temple and meeting with his God.
He is unable to enter into the presence of God to commune with his God, the Living God.
In the midst of all that troubles him,othe psalmist makes a confession of trust and hope in God. Day and night God is with him. God's love surrounds him "By day the Lord directs his love and at night his song it with me" and it is a prayer to the "God of my life." Confidence and Hope.
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"No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, it hid its face in light,
demanded nothing for itself, opened out to offer each of us a field of brightness that traveled
ahead, providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps and the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention; it dwells within the silence of elegance."
~
“May I have the courage today
To live the life that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.”
~ John O'Donohue ~
“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness,
the more original and creative our time will become.”
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"
"Where is your God?"
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers have swept over me.
By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God my Rock,
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?”
My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Saviour and my God.
The psalmist, writing over 3,000 years ago expresses a desire, a deep longing, to be with God at the temple - that place of worship and praise. Like the deer whose life depends on water, especially as it is chased by hunters, just as the psalmist is being pressed his enemies, he thirsts after the Living God.
Circumstances prevent him from being at the temple and meeting with his God.
He is unable to enter into the presence of God to commune with his God, the Living God.
In the midst of all that troubles him,othe psalmist makes a confession of trust and hope in God. Day and night God is with him. God's love surrounds him "By day the Lord directs his love and at night his song it with me" and it is a prayer to the "God of my life." Confidence and Hope.
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