The prayer below is pinned to the bulletin board above my desk.
Give me the strength that waits upon You in silence and peace. Give me humility in which alone is rest, and deliver me from pride which is the heaviest of burdens. Possess my whole heart and soul with the simplicity of love. Occupy my whole life with the one thought and the one desire of love, that I may love not for the sake of merit, not for the sake of perfection, not for the sake of virtue, not for the sake of sanctity, but for You alone.
It’s been there for months, but this morning the first sentence struck a chord. Continue reading
Posted in A Little of This and a Little of That, Essays, Faith and Art, Hope, Prayer, Silence
Tagged Christianity, prayer, pregnancy, silence, Thomas Merton, waiting
This is a repost of a blog written on August 31, 2011.
A couple of thoughts this morning while walking the dogs on the great lawn at Zilker Park – Redbud Island was closed due to what appeared to be parking lot maintenance. I thought about God’s user interface. Continue reading
This is a repost of a blog that written during the Advent season of 2010.
I heard God ask me a question this morning in the prayer room at the Austin House of Prayer. I don’t say that lightly. I had just read the account in the gospel of Luke of the angel Gabriel’s visit to Mary announcing the coming of the messiah and the part she was to play. Continue reading
You will need to know something strange about me before I tell you a story. Whenever I am participating in guided prayer activities in which I am asked to imagine Jesus; what he looks like, what he is wearing, I always imagine Jesus in the context of a Mediterranean street scene in traditional Middle Eastern robes of the first century but wearing a baseball cap and eating fresh fruit. Continue reading
By Kay Hart
Let whoever is wise observe these things,
that they may comprehend the gracious love of the LORD. Psalm 107:43
I wrote the following on May 31, 2012. It was written as a reflection on Psalm 107:43. I don’t claim to be a poet, though it is written that way. That’s just the way it came out. Continue reading
By Kay Hart
I am the resurrection and the life.
Today is the third anniversary of my mother’s death. It also would have been her 80th birthday. Three years ago I stood by her bed a few days before her birthday. It was late and the hospice center was quiet. Continue reading