Friday, February 12, 2010

sigh.

Isaiah 28:7
7 But they also have erred through wine, and through strong drink are out of the way; the priest and the prophet have erred through strong drink, they are swallowed up of wine, they are out of the way through strong drink; they err in vision, they stumble in judgment.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

treasure house

"Blessed is God who uses corporeal objects continually to draw us close in a symbolic way to a knowledge of God’s invisible nature. O name of Jesus, key to all gifts, open up for me the great door to your treasure-house, that I may enter and praise you with the praise that comes from the heart.

O my Hope, pour into my heart the inebriation that consists in the hope of you. O Jesus Christ, the resurrection and light of all worlds, place upon my soul’s head the crown of knowledge of you; open before me all of a sudden the door of mercies, cause the rays of your grace to shine out in my heart.

O Christ, who are covered with light as though with a garment, who for my sake stood naked in front of Pilate, clothe me with that might which you caused to overshadow the saints, whereby they conquered this world of struggle. May your Divinity, Lord, take pleasure in me, and lead me above the world to be with you.

I give praise to your holy Nature, Lord, for you have made my nature a sanctuary for your hiddeness and a tabernacle for your holy mysteries, a place where you can dwell, and a holy temple for your Divinity."
==St. Isaac of Syria==

For some reason the words treasure-house delight and intrigue me. Locks and keys and things that go click /snick have always fascinated me ever since I was a very little girl, as have any kind of jewels/treasure/stones etc...so sue me i am a jewelry designer and glass artist I like shiny. Bezalel is still one of my favorite bible characters excuse me!
I think it's time to remember again what they are.
I wonder what the Lord has for me in his treasure-house.
I am delighted that we worship a King who delights to GIVE us the key and the treasures of his treasure house! It makes me remember one of my favorite parts of Prince Caspian by CS Lewis...where the children rediscover the treasure-room at Cair Paravel the castle by the sea in Narnia where they reigned in Narnia's Golden Time as Kings and Queens together...
"do you remember...do you remember this,....do you remember?"
Do I remember?
I think I've forgotten my treasures.
Time to go back and remember.
Ah the key...the name of Jesus and a gently pointed reminder to return to my commitment of praying the Jesus prayer regularly. i saw new treasures come from that. let's see what He wants to show me now from His collection. (pictures God eagerly opening up a chest of beautiful things and showing me what he wants me to know next wow thanks God!)
I hope that imagination is of him.
Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me...a sinner.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

awesome

"When despondency seizes us, let us not give in to it. Rather, fortified and protected by the light of faith, let us with great courage say to the spirit of evil: "What are you to us, you who are cut off from God, a fugitive for Heaven, and a slave of evil? You dare not do anything to us: Christ, the Son of God, has dominion over us and over all. Leave us, you thing of bane. We are made steadfast by the uprightness of His Cross. Serpent, we trample on your head."
St Seraphim of Sarov

Sunday, May 03, 2009

I heart Orthodoxy I believe.

This is a quiet journey still in uncertain stages.
Very tender yet, very hesitant very uncertain. I do not go blindly into new theological concepts but with much trepidation but faith in the Lord to take my hand where I find thorny and knotty problems and the remembrance that if the witness of the Spirit in me does not approve I have simply to turn it aside and turn to what is True.
Wondrous in it's discoveries.
What it will further give birth to in my spiritual walk and labors
I don't know
but I can't wait to find out.
Here is a wonderful quote by St. Dimitri of Rostov
"Open, O doors and bolts of my heart, that Christ the King of Glory may enter! Enter, O my Light, and enlighten my darkness; enter, O my Life, and resurrect my deadness; enter, O my Physician, and heal my wounds; enter, O Divine Fire, and burn up the thorns of my sins; ignite my inward parts and my heart with the flame of Thy love; enter, O my King, and destroy in me the kingdom of sin; sit on the throne of my heart and reign in me alone, O Thou, my King and Lord."

TO the giddy obnoxious convert -snerk giggle-, you know who you are. I love you so much thank you for introducing me to this strange and wonderful tender trepidacious leg of my journey called Eastern Orthodoxy. I love it.

Christos Anesti everyone. There is hope indeed.
And I'm still alive because of it.
You know I literally mean it.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

even then

Hold on to what is good,
Even if it's a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe,
Even if it's a tree that stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do,
Even if it's a long way from here.
Hold on to your life,
Even if it's easier to let go.
Hold on to my hand,
Even if someday I'll be gone away from you.

-A Pueblo Indian Prayer

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Clock Day

I suppose this is worthy of clock day and how nature always knows better than man in many ways.

This morning I wake up. The cat is already moving around stretches and I'm like no way she can't be hungry already. I ignore the plaintive little pitiful mew as the cat sits on the bedrail. I look at the clock on my phone, 6:33 am, holy wtf?! It's only 6:30 you don't bother me until 7:30am or so usually, sometimes she is different. So I login to the computer and it says.... 7:45. Ok. clockday.

So immortalized in bandwidth for all to read.

Happy Clock Day.
Happy Curse the Cat's Stomach Day?
oh happy day

Bless the Lord oh My SOUL, and all that is within you Bless his HOLY NAME!
Psalm 103

Monday, March 02, 2009

what it feels like sometimes


ADHD: this is what it feels like a lot of the time

You don't want people bossing you but you want direction.