Remembering Colombia

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It’s been 3 years since I, along with other Canadian Advocates for Compassion trekked over to the beautiful country of Colombia. Here’s a blog from a friend and fellow advocate. It’s so fun looking back and reflecting on that amazing and life-changing experience.

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While it’s January…

I’m a little behind on posting about the new year, though I’m just as excited as the next person. So, here’s a little post from To Write Love on Her Arms’ Jamie T. Read… Reflect… While it’s January… 🙂

WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT.

DEC. 31, 2011 AT 2:57PM

 Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

The ball drops and fireworks. Resolutions are made. 
People scream and people kiss and is it possible to change?
Is it really truly possible to leave the past behind?

Welcome to Midnight.

Another year comes to a close. Another year begins. 
With a moment in between.
Why the fuss? 
Why the fame and fireworks? 
Is it more than hype? More than something else to sell us?
Is there something to this holiday? Something true inside it?
Because isn’t there something inside us that aches for change…
Dreams it to be possible…
To let go.
To hold on.
To leave it behind.
To start again.
To be new. 
Is it possible? 

If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs, then you’re alive today tonight right now.
And who can know how long we have here…
And is it a gift? Was it ever a gift? Did that ever feel true or could that one day feel true?
Are there things to fight to live for? 
Moments and people… Weddings and children and all your different dreams… 
Love…
Is your life more than just your own?
And are there broken things you were made to fight to fix?
Broken families, broken friends… Injustice.
Will you move for things that matter?

Wouldn’t it be nice if change took just a moment?
Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy?
Midnight and we’re new. Midnight and the past erased. Midnight and we’re free.

It seems to come slow. It seems to be a surgery.
Forgiveness. Healing. Sobriety. Letting go. Starting over.
It seems to happen slowly over time.
One day at a time, the choice made new each morning.
Will you fight?
Will you fight to be healthy?
Will you fight to be free?
Will you fight for your story?
Will you fight to get the help you need?

Change takes more than a moment, but maybe there’s also something to this celebration of a moment, something to the way it speaks to us, something to the way we fear it, and dream it to be true. Maybe it’s the most honest moment of the year.

It’s possible to change.

Welcome to Midnight.

Here’s to the possibilities.

Peace to You.
jamie

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Most Beautiful

  •  Sunny Skies
  • Cloudy Days
  • Bright Embraces
  • Darkened Hearts
  • Finding Love
  • Losing Time

 

 

I have been more than privy to such things over the past few weeks. Pretty good and pretty bad. But it seems that without gazing upon the face, the beautiful face of God, all the above loses all intensity. And what are we if we have no feeling? How odd would it be to go through life not being on the mountaintops or in the valleys? More than that, how can we know our true purpose if we don’t come face-to-face with our True Love?

Let us ask Him to give us a divine glimpse of who He is – an understanding of His heart for us. And may we humble ourselves, and receive the most beautiful love one can ever know.

Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.

I John 4:8


Oh Lord, You’re Beautiful – Jesus Culture –> http://youtu.be/L1D9AKqoSIU

A Franciscan Benediction

Stumbled upon this the other day and thought I’d share. It may not exactly be what comes to mind when one thinks ‘blessing’ – but it seems now, more than ever that it should be.

Franciscan Benediction

May God bless you with discomfort
at easy answers, half truths, and superficial relationships so that you may live deep within your heart.

May God bless you with anger at injustice, oppression and exploitation of people. so that you may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless you with tears to shed for those who suffer pain, rejection, hunger and war so that you may reach out your hand to comfort them and to turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that you can make a difference in the world so that you can do what others claim cannot be done to bring justice and kindness to all our children and the poor.

I’ll take it.

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Sarah

An image of a wheelchair bound person came to mind tonight. I was trying to sleep and my mind was halfway there and I began to pray with unrecognized intensity. First, for a compassionate heart for those with cerebral palsy and that if a loved one were to acquire this condition, I would love them deeply. And then Sarah (30ish now) from W. P., where I had one of my nursing placements popped into mind then, and into my prayer. She has been a patient at the Long Term Care facility since her late teens, and one of the few younger than 60. The re-collection of her smile and enjoyment of food fights was so vivid. I began to pray for great faith to rise up within her and healing to be poured out, in Jesus’ name. Amazing how the Holy Spirit can allow one to get real specific and real broken for another. Such things are worth losing a little sleep over. May that always be the case for first, myself and for us all.

Soli Deo Gloria.

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