Spiritual Things Matter

The growth of understanding follows an ascending spiral rather than a straight line.
~Joanna Field

There is a wonderful post today at www.sigcarlfred.blogspot.com entitled, “Of Burning Bushes, Places And Time.” Go read it in its entirety since it is very meaningful.

Each and every person living on this earth will be faced with tremendous amount of pain and challenges in their lives. Some, it would seem, will experience pain more profoundly than others, but every person must drink from this cup.

I think it is pain that allows us to become more understanding and tolerant of other human beings and their suffering. Somehow it creates in us a compassionate heart and a desire to reach out to someone who is hurting. It gives us the gift of saying a kind word or to give a tender touch on the shoulders to a hurting heart. It brings us in tune with each other despite the many backgrounds, socioeconomic and educational levels.

Pain is a language that we all understand. Love is a language that heals even the deepest pain. Each of us have this gift to give to someone through our eyes, an embrace, through shared tears, a kind deed and prayer. We also have the capacity within us to receive this gift of love to its fullest should we look for it ourselves.

Many people feel that they have no one with whom to share their deepest pain. Perhaps the suffering is so deep that it cannot be expressed in words and thus only tears are the language to express its agony.

Cultivating a prayer life is a wonderful way to aid in healing, for ourselves and for those around us. Prayer will bring a spiritual energy into any situation which can inevitably bring about a miracle.

A resolve and true commitment to prayer is one of the most powerful deeds a person can do in their life. It can and will bring change to otherwise seemingly impossible situations.

I do, indeed, believe that!

I kneel before you, my dearest God,
My Holy One whom I adore.
My tears are words that I cannot speak -
Thus I bow in humble awe.

I seek Your face, my Holy God.
I long to know You more.
Let Your wondrous light break forth in me,
As understanding does unfold.

Bring peace as Your light makes bright
Those things that have brought fear and blame.
The things that pain me so at times,
Let Your Love illuminate.

That through Your tender Grace - I will walk,
Into an Enlightened Path that is there.
Please give me courage to look within
And a resolve to trust in Your tender Love.

All those things that have frightened me
And cast me down so low,
Let me see that none is real
Your Spirit is the peace I know.

Oh, my gentle, dearest God,
Teach me to love You more each day.
Teach me to listen to Your Stillness now -
And Know that you will always stay.

Viola Jaynes
2007

I feel the deep workings of Your hands,
Your energy is strong.
Bring healing to these broken bones,
To this broken heart that longs.

There is no one that can do this work -
But You my God alone.
May You heal me now, I’m asking You
Bring wholeness, tender Being, for whom I long.

It’s possible, I know it is -
I feel Your holy breath.
Don’t let go now - please
But finish with the rest.

But wait; there is a higher purpose,
I’ve known it for some time,
for my heart beats with a rhythm
that only comes from You, Divine.

It’s not the rhythm of this world,
That resonates with me so loud.
This song, this rhythmic, beautiful song, is You,
Calling me somehow.

Oh my God, my dear Divine,
Please draw me close to You.
Heal today this broken life,
Make me whole - I long for you!

It’s you - my Purpose and my Life,
You’re the One - my Meaning and my Hope.
Tenderly I embrace you now,
As my tears begin to flow.

You’re the light that radiates Your Love,
I feel it, oh so strong.
Let me take a closer look within
And be transform me as I stand in awe.

Your Love and Peace penetrates,
As I give it all to You.
Let healing, love, and tenderness now flow from me,
With insight and with truth.

Viola Jaynes
2006

I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

After picking my children up from school yesterday, I let them have their usual snack time and then play time outside. The weather was like a fresh spring day as the trees are beginning to blossom and flowers are peeking their heads.

I stayed inside for a little while longer doing my motherly chores that children just never think about. I emptied their backpacks and am amazed just how heavy they are. As I opened their lunch bags, I smiled when I discovered the notes that I had written them in the morning, were still there. I picked each note up only to discover that both my children had written me a love note in return. My daughter, in her seven-year old print says: “Mama, you are the bestes Mama in the world. I love you so much.” I smiled. I then, looked at my son’s note and noticed that he responded to mine on the back with his beautiful newly-learned cursive handwriting, “Mama, I love you too.” My heart felt full and tears welled up.

I opened the front door and just stood there watching my children play with their friends in the neighborhood. I smiled and felt deep gratitude for the gift of Motherhood. As my children played with their friends with such care-freeness and pure joy for life, I had a prayer in my heart for them all.

Let the innocence of youth stay pure as they grow and mature.
Let their laughter echo around them that others may find hope for joy.
Let their purity be guarded as they wander into the world.
Let their sensitivity grow into greater awareness of You.
Let their hunger to understand lead to knowledge to assist mankind.
Let their mystical hearts gain wisdom and a discerning eye.

And as they grow older with each passing year,
protect them in your loving care.
And as I teach them to be kind, let that truth go deep into their beings,
as they will realize the pain and sufferings of others.
As they shed their own tears, breath upon them Your Holy Spirit -
and comfort them.
And let them always find their way to You.

I closed the front door, stood silently and gained strength once again to be a mother from the heart. My prayer was to trust the wisdom that is deep within me and to know that the Universe that God has created is rich in its desire to give fully and completely.