Step Without Feet – Rumi Quote on Love

April 4, 2013

1194984776763627730left_foot_print_benji_pa_02_svg_thumb

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.
Rumi

canstock3655492


Rumi Quote of the Day

February 19, 2013

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.  – Rumi

rainbow

I’ve so often told folks that following the Lord in my life means that even if I go over the cliff, He will give me wings!  The challenges in my life continue, but His love, provision and constant presence will NEVER fail me.  Things don’t always go according to my plan.  I don’t always see the ways in which He has redeemed some of the stuff I’ve lived through, but I have NO doubt that His purpose will be met in all my stuff and that He did bless my mess of the past and use it!  His love NEVER ENDS.


Stop Looking For Love . . .

August 20, 2012

Okay, the more I read of the work of Rumi, the more I love his work!  This quote is so very true . . . let’s knock those walls down and live deep without our souls!  A favorite priest of mine often speaks of living deep, and his love of Jesus is clear and Jesus’ love of him and for each one of us is reflected so clearly by  . . . listen to what Rumi says about love.  His words are so filled with hope!

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi
 
I can tell you honestly that the more I find brick walls within me and knock them down, the more I learn about the love of my precious Jesus and the more I realize how much I love Him!  Let knock down those barriers, shall we? 

The Blessing of a Broken Heart

May 23, 2012

Does the title of this piece sound like a contradiction?  It might.  Stay with me though.  On Sunday I heard an amazing sermon preached by a priest I love very much.  His preaching style is uniquely his own and the Lord has used him to touch my heart and to inspire me in ways no other has.  I am so blessed to call him a friend.  So, as I listened to his message on Sunday I heard it in the way the Lord meant for me to hear it, but also as a friend who knows the man delivering it.  It was filled with personal experience which was so important in teaching us, the listeners, what we were to learn, but I knew the personal parts came from deep in his soul and likely made this harder to deliver than some messages. 

We, as writers, know this feeling in our own hearts as we share our own message about the Lord in our blogs and other media.  However, we are often sharing it with a faceless congregation while my priest had to do this directly before many many people, and harder still I believe is displaying his private “stuff” with people he knows and who know him.  He did it well and hearts were changed, I know.  Mine was.  So, why did I title this post the way I did? 

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Rumi

I think Rumi understood.  What made the message received on Sunday so special was it’s authenticity.  My priest and friend ripped his heart wide open and we who heard and saw him preach couldn’t help but see Jesus there.  Rumi got it right.  Our human heart needs to be broken wide open so that His light can enter in AND so that His light  can shine on those He gives us to share our heart with for Him.  Our suffering is nothing compared to His . . . and sharing the grace and blessings He bestows on us never depletes our “stash” as He continually pours them on us in such abundance!  What a blessing our broken heart can be when we let Him take up residence there!


Jesus Doesn’t Rub Us the Wrong Way!

January 27, 2012
“If you are irritated by every rub,
how will your mirror be polished?”
Rumi
 
 
So, don’t you just love change? 
Who wants to live in predictable comfort
and without potentially unexpected speed bumps in their routine existence? 
Or maybe . . .
 Are  things in your life good enough? 
Why grow? 
 
So, let me tell you about growing up in my family.  Mom could have been an architect if there’d been money and maybe if girls did such things then.  Dad could have been a master builder, and actually was a master at building and fixing everything from a broken baby doll to a broken house, he just didn’t have a fancy piece of parchment to hang up to prove this.  He was a country boy and country boys learned and fixed what needed fixing often, in dad’s day and where he lived, this was with only an elementary school education. 
 
So, as our family grew, it was not unusual to have walls knocked down and rooms made larger.  Spaces needed  to grow more efficient.  Things needed to be repurposed.  You get the idea.  Oh, boy washing dishes as a kid was something I hated especially when a remodel in the kitchen meant dragging the dirty dishes to the bathtub.  Change.  Yuck. 
 
Funny thing though.  After the old  crud was knocked down and the dust and splintered new wood was made smooth from the process of change . . . things were sooooo AND I DO MEAN SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better.  Our tiny house needed to be bigger and our worn out things needed to be broken down to be ultimately fixed and made new.
 
My life resembles that.  I’m in a patch of the Lord knocking down old barriers and walls.  It’s been a while and He’s been finding a lot that needed fixing, improving, fertilizing, growing up, feeding, polishing . . . but along the way His light and love have been so present and you know what?  The painful process has resulted in so many blessings and so much grace. 
 
He’s not finished with me yet, but I’m pretty excited to be the mirror that reflects His love to those who may not have grown up knowing Him.  I was pretty surprised by the process of enabling me and I continue to be rubbed and sanded as my rough edges are many, but all through the process, He’s with me.  In between “fixing” we rest and I get to sit at His feet and listen to what He shares with me.  Just as I used to sit at my Daddy’s feet and hear his stories and feel his love . . .
 
Shine on!
 
 

<span>%d</span> bloggers like this: