tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335087494258260106.post1524616239095055551..comments2023-10-26T04:17:07.468-04:00Comments on grace every day: Doubt, Washed By The WaterBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03119943581970095780noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335087494258260106.post-39631483037947353022013-06-24T21:26:58.331-04:002013-06-24T21:26:58.331-04:00After my rambling of last night, what I wanted to ...After my rambling of last night, what I wanted to express really was to welcome them into the family. Into the community of faith. Because for whatever their reasons are, no matter.. they are now part of a much larger family. One that will, in all hope sustain them, carry them, nuture and love them, through all things. Love, as we are loved.<br />Welcome to the family!Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658952413441149677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335087494258260106.post-89567112609302965392013-06-24T06:06:34.611-04:002013-06-24T06:06:34.611-04:00Thank you, Beth. You have such a transparency in e...Thank you, Beth. You have such a transparency in expressing your soul. You demonstrate this one that Oswald Chambers speaks of: "The author who benefits you most is not the one who tells you something you dd not know before, but the one who gives expression to the truth that has been dumbly struggling in you for utterance."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5335087494258260106.post-16130377593660086252013-06-23T22:10:43.431-04:002013-06-23T22:10:43.431-04:00This surely rings home for me today too, in a coup...This surely rings home for me today too, in a couple of different ways... but I felt much the way you did. Rubbing my head, hoping this persistent head ache would somehow go away... up late, consoling a friend on the phone, no nap, overtired, dehydrated, and adding to that weepy... questioning... "what AM I doing?" And wander in aimlessly to get ready for church, still rubbing my head, praying for relief.<br />Sitting in church, in the quiet of my own mind (heart) I hear, "what have I written upon your heart?" That stops me short.<br />I go for healing prayer after communion and after choking out a few short half sentences, fighting the tears, Althea nods, lays her hands on me and begins to pray... I don't hear everything she says.. maybe really nothing. But I go back to my seat and weep.<br />Quietly, softly, so heavy I cannot breathe, and then I feel a hand rubbing my back. It is the hand of a friend sitting behind me. Reaching to comfort me. My friends husband who is sitting in the same pew reaches over and takes my hand. And I sit until the service is ended. I turn to hug Teresa. And then Kevin. Then Maggie... Teresa's eldest daughter who is 11. That is the community of faith in action. That is what the gospel is... and says. To love one another as we are loved.<br />In case you're wondering what he wrote on my heart... it is "I am loved"<br />Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658952413441149677noreply@blogger.com