Keeping Perspective As always, my to-do list is far too long with groceries to buy, the house to clean, and yard work to do. Please help me keep
The Forgotten They sitin managed care facilities,life at an ebb.Sometimes forgotten,like books full of photosand lively text that nobody reads.
Healing Hands Sometimes thankless,always exhausting.Every now and again, there's a moment of respite that is a reminder:This is a job that makes mea hero every day of the week. Being a caregiverwas not my calling.
Beginning I'm beginning to understandthat in silence I am drawn to You,that my unanswered questionsmay cause me to seek You more,know You more, trust You more. I'm beginning to graspthe significance of pain in my life,that my heartachemay cause me to understandYour children more,love them more, support them more.
Ah, Young Love "I was young once, too,"I tell her.But she stares at me,as if I sprang, fully-formedand middle-aged, from the head of Zeus.How can I possibly understandtrue love?So I turn to You who taught methe meaning of the word.
Serenity Now I often liken my life to episodes of Seinfeld. There was “The Summer of Ericka” where I lounged around the house in my underwear and only took to removing my behind from the couch to rifle through the fridge. Then there was the time when I pulled an
Owning It Every curve and corner,every breath and impulse,it's all mine.And with the courageYou've instilled in me,I finally hold it in my hands,I stand firm and own it.
Tracking You There's a lesson in here somewhere.It's in everything I do,but camouflaged as it may be,I hunt for clues along the way.
Making Room The sign on the wall simply reads: Be Open. I pray I can be open to change,open to hope, open to love. I want to be open to joy, and open to unexpected grace. I will be open to gifts You bless me with, whether I know it or not. I know I can do what I ask of myself— to be open to the life I need.
Words They can be stones;they can be roses.Help me, Creator,to make my words a gift.Open my lips to bring comfort;still my tongue before I lash out.
Counting to Ten My jaw clenches tight.My shoulders draw up.I snap and snarl at those around me.Help me gather myself quietly together.
The Process I think of myself as diamond,perhaps pure gold.Maybe my life is an antique vase,unique, precious, and rare.Consider the point it which they all began.Think of the process each went through.Each test of life has shaped me.
The Big Meeting Well, I've done what I can.I've prepared,I've honed,I've practiced.Now I give itup to You.Guide me to be my best self;let Your words be my words,Your limitless ingenuity, Your creative spark,Your empowerment,Your gifts realized.
Tick-Tock Time is like air,it's a background to everything.It's always there, and like things always there,I can sometimes take it for granted,or not use it wisely. I yearn to spend my time like diamonds,creating premium moments;leveraging minutes for masterpieces,upgrading conversations into communion,allowing the...
After the Dark At the end of the daymy eyes are tired.My sadness is heavy.The nights tightening quietgives me much time to worry.But following that silenceYou bring gifts of noise:morning rain, coffee percolators,school buses stopping on the corner.
Walk Away Gently I cannot love him.Not the way he is asking me to.When I look at him,I see what a masterpiece You have made—An admirable mind,a kind spirit,a man deserving of genuine,unrestrained love.
Career Steps I am at the very dawn of my career.I know exactly where I wantthis journey to lead. You know, too; time and again I have asked Youto take me there and nowI ask You once again.
Prism of Compassion If you knew the whole story, you’d lead with love.The lady who bumped you on the sidewalk?She slept on the park bench last night.
Day of Endless Failures I feel as if I have not doneone single thing right today.This day has been one failureafter another:failures at workfailures at homefailures with friends.
My Last Pity Party How did I get stuck doing this? I fuss and fume as I make the calls,stuff the envelopes,and line up the name tags. I am slowly realizing that just because I can do something, doesn't mean I need to be the onewho says "yes."
Heart of Love Your heart of love becomes my own, moving within each moment, all around...
Unending Love Her hands can't thread a needle,reading now, a past pleasure.Walking has become a challenge,forgetting what she had to say.Failing eyesight, hands that tremble,limbs that won't cooperate,memories playing hide and seek.Will You prepare me,this child who has now
Patience for Patients Patients!So odd, the sound of it.So reminiscentof the very forbearance I require.Please help me to retain my calm,despite all demands.Let kindness flow freely from my soul.And please, let me minister with the very stuffYou show so abundantly for me:
Don't Doubt It Why this doubt?Doubt in my work abilities,in the appeal of my body's plush form,whether goodness will comein tomorrow's sunrise.
Office of Empathy Years ago, I would never have felt this way.Thank You for the darkest days.It infused me with an understandingI wouldn’t otherwise have.
Friendly Aging Walk with me, even when my back aches.Remind me of the gift of my good health.Allow me to return the favor,by sharing my time with those in need.
By My Side My heart is open to Your radiance.I feel the beauty of the universe around me.I smile knowing it is Your glorious creation.When others tear me down,You lift my spirits.When all hope is lost,You are the anchor which keeps me grounded.
Keep It Simple Treat your neighbors as yourself.Don't lie or steal.Honor your parents.They seem pretty straightforwardright up until I seek clarification,that will help me findloopholes and exceptions.Just who are my neighbors?Do white lies count?Help me simplify my obedienceinstead of complicating itwith qualifications and...
What I Can Give A million eyes follow me-tired eyes, hopeless eyes,searching for answers,for restoration, for miracles.But I am not a miracle worker.I am a Doctor, exhausted by long shiftsand limited energy.
When Life is Too Much I am so tired.Help me to get past my thoughts of "What else can happen?"It seems like every time I turn around,the telephone rings with unwanted news.Or, someone on the job is making demands,and it's something I can't deliver.I feel the best I can do, is get by.
Soulful Mother Thank You for giving me the gift of life; my child,the greatest human love I will ever know.You are here with me,always putting my child’s needs first.You are here with me,duplicating my education, wisdom, and emotion.
This Garment The one I love is on my mind. I carry You with me every day, like a shawl that covers me, or a stone in my pocket that I constantly reach forto make sure it's still there. But I worry so much about our future. It's unknown, like everyone's. It's riddled with...
One Soft and Certain Voice I feel as though I am at everyone's beck and call.I am surrounded by a chorus of needsand I cannot hear myself anymore. I cannot hear You.
Appoggiatura In Italian there is alingering note that precedesthe fugue of living.Appoggiatura - a sustained tonethat cuts into the timeof the next chord.Sometimes it's called a grace notealternately, a time-stealer.