What do I love about life? What am I’m most grateful for?*
What do I rail against about life? What am I least grateful for?*
What are my spiritual practices and the little things I do that I don’t tell anyone about? … and how are they a comfort in tough and challenging times?
How might I be a compassionate, listening presence for others, be of service?
Oh Pegge, my prayers continue for you and your family...I find myself in this period of time of my life, doubting my own personal prayer intentions and not hardening my heart to the unanswered prayers/questions that seem to live on forever. Your words have lifted and given a spark to me to continue the perseverance of not ceasing. Thank you!
Dearest Liz, my heart is with you, and as I gazed at that oh so big heart rock, thinking of the hundreds of heart rocks I’ve found and saved or photographed, the scripture popped into my awareness, consciously linking for the first time to the idea of hearts of stone—when and what turns us cold and inflexible, contracted and withdrawn, or bitter and unyielding, defensive and fearful—and I heard, “harden not your heart.” I’m so happy this sparked for you. I’d love to get together with a few gf while I’m here, want to join? Everything is flex and might need to change last minute, and I’ll reach out. 🩵
For reflection:
What do I love about life? What am I’m most grateful for?*
What do I rail against about life? What am I least grateful for?*
What are my spiritual practices and the little things I do that I don’t tell anyone about? … and how are they a comfort in tough and challenging times?
How might I be a compassionate, listening presence for others, be of service?
Oh Pegge, my prayers continue for you and your family...I find myself in this period of time of my life, doubting my own personal prayer intentions and not hardening my heart to the unanswered prayers/questions that seem to live on forever. Your words have lifted and given a spark to me to continue the perseverance of not ceasing. Thank you!
Dearest Liz, my heart is with you, and as I gazed at that oh so big heart rock, thinking of the hundreds of heart rocks I’ve found and saved or photographed, the scripture popped into my awareness, consciously linking for the first time to the idea of hearts of stone—when and what turns us cold and inflexible, contracted and withdrawn, or bitter and unyielding, defensive and fearful—and I heard, “harden not your heart.” I’m so happy this sparked for you. I’d love to get together with a few gf while I’m here, want to join? Everything is flex and might need to change last minute, and I’ll reach out. 🩵