I AM here

In my travels around the bloggy world, I have sensed that busyness is on our plates - heaping mounds of activity portioned out upon us.

I, too, have felt overwhelmed of late. Much to do and little time it seems to accomplish it all.

So, it is breathing room that I am looking for. Space - time - opportunity to enjoy the beauty in life surrounding me.

Still and yet, my calendar is full. My breathing room for now will be heavy sighs and selah moments. Quick but so very important respites from my hurried and harried life. Moments to remember that ...

I AM, here

I am not far from you my child.

I may seem distant but the truth is you are just not seeing me in your

everyday moments.

Slow down,

Look,

Look carefully.

I can be found.

I can be felt.

I can be heard.

Stop.

Become aware.

Be attentive.

It isn't hard, my child.

I promise it isn't.

I AM here,

With you.

Now.

Always.

© A Sacred Longing 2009

The Artist

I am not an artist. Yet, each day I awaken to a blank canvas. Its stark whiteness waits to be filled.

It never lingers long.

The layering of brush strokes begin with each thought contemplated; each word spoken; each task commenced. The color of life fills its emptiness.

Some days my palette is vivid and full.

Others, subdued and minimal seem to be the offering of the day.

While I may not choose the colors I am given, I can choose the grace to which I place the strokes.

I am not an artist.

Yet, each day I am given the opportunity to create a masterpiece.

No matter what it looks like – a Monet or a “velvet Elvis” – I pray that what is seen in my strokes is truly a piece of the Master.

He is The Artist.

I am just a painter

© A Sacred Longing 2009

Lauds - The Awakening

Finally, the frenetic pace of life is slumbering. In its rhythmic breaths, a silent tranquility permeates the world

While most people are gently sleeping, I greet this hour with anticipation. There is a tender peace to be found in this morning darkness. One that softly embraces the beginning of my day. Morning is calling my soul to awaken. This is the time I present my sacred offering - body, soul and mind - upon the altar of this day.

It requires a holy preparation for soon the rising sun will beckon the day to begin. As its rays permeate the sky, the day will come quickly. I must be ready to greet all the joys and challenges that will be set before me.

In this precious solitude I find purpose. In this sacred silence, I find strength. In this morn, I find the Source of all I will ever need to carry me through this day.

© A Sacred Longing 2009

Humbled

In the midst of all that is good and positive reading in the blog world, I am amazed that someone would find my little blog something worth noting.

Yet, someone has noticed. Specifically, Joanne at Blessed. She has very kindly noted me as one of her "blogs of the month" for August. How fun is that!

Please drop over to her blog and check out what she shares (you will be glad you did) and the other wonderful blogs she recognizes each month.

This little twig in the very big blog forest is grateful for each visitor. It is my prayer and hope that you always leave A Sacred Longing blessed.

I will be back this weekend to post more!



© A Sacred Longing 2009