I started attending a prayer group at my church, a 6-week seminar on learning how to pray. I’m really digging it. If you’ve read this blog before you know that I was raised a Catholic, spent a few years in an Evangelical Church, and am now a “born again Catholic” and very happy to be one. Happier since my church has this new prayer group.
Last week we actually meditated and chanted. Well, Catholic-style, that is. But I felt like I was back in Bible study at my former church. Here’s the instructions from the *book we’ve been using as a guide.
As a group, spend ten minutes in quiet reflection. Each person closes his or her eyes and relaxes. The leader asks the members of the group to breathe in the life of the Holy Spirit and breathe out all their cares and worries. Then each person is invited to slowly and silently repeat the name of Jesus over and over again for ten minutes. This is called “the Jesus Prayer.”
I was so moved by this experience, mostly by the joy I felt in observing that the tradition in the Catholic church - of being very reserved about one’s faith and relationship with God – is slowly starting to change. And I need that. I want to be a member of the Catholic Church, but I also need to share my feelings about God and Jesus and talk about my walk of faith. And it seems like the two are no longer mutually exclusive.
Say Amen somebody.
* RENEW International: “Why Catholic – Journey Through the Catechism: PRAY”
For the next 30 days I will be blogging at my other site called MOM-enclature: The Language of Mothering, which is blog devoted to the humorous side of being a mom. If you really think about it, it ties in perfectly with my peace journey because approaching the often bizarre nature of motherhood and the things we see everyday without a sense of humor could be disastrous! Peace through humor!
I hope to see you there
Blessings of Peace,
I’ve been searching for a church-home, and I think I finally found it.
In A Peaceful Sunday Dinner, I wrote of my emotional reaction upon entering a church – any church. I’d usually cry or bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from crying. I wrote quite a bit about my life story in that post – as it relates to attending church – and here’s a bit more, which will bring me up to my present epiphany, which is worth the long post. Honest. I hope.
About ten years ago I stumbled into an Evangelical Church where recovering drug addicts and paroled felons took me in and taught me how to pray. They pretty much saved my life. Even though I was surrounded by a huge loving family and had a great teaching job, I was lonely, depressed and lost. I had no relationship with God, but he certainly had one with me, as I was about to find out. Continue reading
My quiet moments routine – my peace journey – has evolved. I begin each day by writing in my journal, praying, reading the next Psalm and meditating (never in that order). Lately, when I’m done with this routine, what I really feel like doing is writing about what I experienced from a verse of Psalm.
Each time I happen upon a verse, it gives me direction for moving forward in a creating peace home. And it always reminds me of a bit of my life story, and how God has pulled me through. When I follow this desire to write, I feel the calming effects of a simple verse of poetic scripture.
So today’s verse is 9 of Psalm 36.
For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light. Continue reading
My four year old daughter is losing her hair. Again.
Last year, three months after Cricket was hospitalized for pneumonia, I noticed a large, smooth bald spot above her left ear. And proceeded to freak out. It was heartbreaking. She had no idea what was going on, but my mind was awash in all the burdens of a girl’s life without hair. My girl. Continue reading
One day last week I went on a bumpy ride on my peace journey.
I had been praying about whether or not to take a 10-week course called Memoir in Progress. I knew there’d be a lot of prep work before the class started but I was up for the challenge and the risk involved. I say risk because I’m timid in really starting to write this book. Not only is it about so many different things (infertility, an adoption disruption, becoming a mom, being the child of an alcoholic, being erroneously diagnosed as a manic-depressive), I often wonder if I could really write a book.
I got words of faith, courage and inspiration from Psalm 22, Verse 5
They cried out to you and were saved; in you they trusted and were not disappointed. Continue reading
2012 will be my Banner Year.
Last year I started with the concept of choosing a guiding word for the year instead of making a resolution. 2011′s word was Mom-entum and the explanation can be found on my Mom-enclature blog.
A simple thought flew into my mind today during my morning quiet time that led me to my phrase for 2012: Continue reading