Writings

Dear Hearts, In this moment,I cannot scribe one word to you that is worth reading unless, in this moment, I accept the love of God for myself.  I cannot write the meaning of God’s words unless I accept the true meaning of my life.  If I do not trust that I have a unique and God-given function […]

Dear Hearts, I am settling in, grateful for a perfect vacation; happy to be home, happy to have gone, happy for the graceful flow of Love that filled the days and night with appreciation.  Sometimes leaving the comforts and rituals of our nest for recreation lifts us into a different perspective, a vista beyond the

Dear Hearts,There are things in our innermost being that we dare not tell anyone… what relationship could pull them from our mouths?  These so unbelievable we can hardly tell ourselves.  These we know to be true but fear they will appear as  madness. It’s understandable. The mental faculty has decided the innermost to be a lie.

Dear Hearts,Years ago, Jesus probed, why so serious? His smiling face was alight with glee.I had come to believe my spiritual journey was of such acute importance, my thoughts and actions became solemn. I was bound and determined to get it…  not sure if I can explain what it is, but MaryBeth doggedly pursued “the work.”  Instead of freeing me, the will

Easter Morning 2021 Rise and shine, He says. The dawn is splendid. Holy Thoughts surround me. May all these little things I do this morning, care for you. The plants, the birds, the squishing of the sponge… the food I have prepared is for Your body. I will be gentle, tender with every leaf, each

Holy Saturday Adoration  Sometimes I feel the need to return to you something that shows my gratitude; for I feel Your grace upon my life and see your care through everything, even in past and future realms.   I am stingy with my gifts, refraining from song because my notes do not lilt as sweet

The First Day of Lent 2021 I tried, I really tried. But trying is trying and not the way of my heart.  It is late and I do not want to suffer you with too much verbiage. I do not want to labor with so many ideas. Now, I write a page in celebration of

Sweethearts, I am in New York. It is drizzling. A great thaw peels back quilts of snow along the side of the mountain.  Mt. Pisgah looks in the window to my left. Yesterday I ran the road alongside her brown shoulder — made me dizzy jogging the rolling hills, and here and there the forest

Dear Hearts, The Second Week of Lent  What is lent but a time of reflection, a time of new perception, peering out of the cocoon of winter, of Covid toward Spring.  Signs of rebirth tremble against short days and blizzards.  Each week there is something more to see, taste, touch, experience.  But we must look!

The night before His crucifixion, Jesus washed the feel of his disciples saying, A new commandment I give unto you: That you love one another, as I have loved you, that you also love one another. John 13:34 He bent low with a pot of water as the Apostles squirmed with shame and resistance.  Surely