A Journey Unfolding
Friday, April 18, 2008

Growing Into Our True Freedom








"True freedom is the freedom of the children of God. To reach that freedom requires a lifelong discipline since so much in our world militates against it. The political, economic, social, and even religious powers surrounding us all want to keep us in bondage so that we will obey their commands and be dependent on their rewards.

But the spiritual truth that leads to freedom is the truth that we belong not to the world but to God, whose beloved children we are. By living lives in which we keep returning to that truth in word and deed, we will gradually grow into our true freedom."


Again... cheers to the journey.


Maria at 10:41 AM
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Thursday, April 03, 2008

word...

I'm choosing to loose me
and all else that must be lost at any cost
This cross is not ever too heavy

I'm doing more than just endeavoring
I'm straight leveling every lie
I'm cleverly severing every tie
but those that bind me to His side

That's why every day I die hard
... and live - free

- Oraia (www.myspace.com/oraiapublishing)



Maria at 10:34 AM
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backhoes and other gardening tools



Not Breaking the Bruised Reeds

"Some of us tend to do away with things that are slightly damaged. Instead of repairing them we say: "Well, I don’t have time to fix it, I might as well throw it in the garbage can and buy a new one." Often we also treat people this way. We say: "Well, he has a problem with drinking; well, she is quite depressed; well, they have mismanaged their business...we’d better not take the risk of working with them." When we dismiss people out of hand because of their apparent woundedness, we stunt their lives by ignoring their gifts, which are often buried in their wounds.

We all are bruised reeds, whether our bruises are visible or not. The compassionate life is the life in which we believe that strength is hidden in weakness and that true community is a fellowship of the weak."

www.henrinouwen.org



... if my gifts are buried within my wounds, then I may need a backhoe to extricate them, but perhaps God specializes in excavation...


The wrestle within and without.

Held by and kept in love.

Released into further life.



This is the journey.


Maria at 10:31 AM
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