I can imagine God whispering in Adam’s ear, “I am your Life, the very breath of your soul,” and Adam sitting up, saying, as Job did, “The spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.” (Job 33:4 NKJV)
I know exactly why I am here, but do I have to like it? I’ve been sitting here with this thought in my gut for a long time now. I already know that the blog’s not mine (that’s for sure) or else I would be going off in the direction I wanted to go, not where He wanted me to go. I don’t want to talk about my personal life, or my questions or my doubts. I don’t want to talk about my love for communion, the Catholic church and the beauty of the sacraments.
I froze on the sidewalk in the scorching summer heat with a six-year-old by my side and a toddler in the stroller. We had popped into a grocery story 45 minutes from our home on a whim and then just as spontaneously decided to walk down to the Subway for lunch. Nothing about this day was planned out or scheduled. We could have just as easily been anywhere else at that moment.
When I enter into GOD’S PRESENCE and my heart is crying out to HIM, “ABBA, please let YOUR breath become my breath.”, what I’m really saying is, “FATHER, the very same breath that YOU’VE used to breathe YOUR LIFE within my being, use me as YOUR divine vessel that I may breathe that same LIFE into the hearts and souls of others”.
I love my kids. I really do. But sometimes they can work a nerve so bad that even the most patient parents would lose it- and I am not one of those parents. This morning, my parental nerves got a workout they’ve never experienced before. Why?
Because my son is on his way to becoming thirteen, and he has Aspergers. This is not a good combination!
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I crave for a day when I can look at another human being without filling my mind with judgmental attitudes. I want to love beyond words. To caress the rich and famous without envy. To love the homeless without holding my breath. To wrap kindness around those who are tired and afraid. And to feel the freedom this love brings without guilt, second thoughts, or without being drawn away by people’s pedigree or the pigment of their skin.
What paralyzes you, keeps you down, living a horizontal mat-life? Have you gotten comfy living there? If so, the Lord says to you, “I am the Lord who heals you. Get up. Take up your mat of misery and go back to living an upright life.”
Meet Melissa Presser: I am a Jewish girl whose Christian completion was made whole through the numerous biographies of St. Edith Stein.
I guess we all have to ask ourselves: “Is this place a better place for me being in it? Will I leave it a better place than when I came into it? Have I made a difference to someone’s life?
Have I put something back?’