Grace to you and peace.
Sunday morning before sunrise here in the Pine Grove. Only the pets and I are awake. Kitty kibbles served, water lapped up and sounds of purring begin the morning. I'm drinking coffee while staring out the french doors of my study. I'd like to be thinking deep thoughts about the worship service later in the morning but instead I'm counting my blessings.
My recent post upset some and made the rest of you worry about me. What I meant to tell you is that my pastoral "wall" is damaged. I've had this happen before but never had my sensitivities to other's sorrows last as long as this time. God will help me heal and renew the "wall"
Pouring ourselves out without boundaries sounds good and loving but isn't as far as I can tell.
People come to me for help for themselves, not to hear my stuff or watch me get overwhelmed.
Quiet time alone in prayer and reflection helps. I've spent time with LH talking. I cleaned out the pantry. I read several Psalms over and over again. I talked with LLS. All these things help and because I told you, I'll pay more attention to my healing.
Grace is what God does for us that we cannot do for ourselves. Peace is hearing God in the stillness despite the situation around us. (I know grace and peace are larger concepts than one sentence! I'm saving my world-shattering insights for the book...)
Light is breaking slowly outside. I'm waking up. The kittens ran back to our bedroom to stare at LH. P.P. Puppy snorted. I'm thinking about worship and the ordination I'll attend this afternoon. I pray for the young ordinand and recall my ordination years ago.
Grace and Peace to you,
St. Casserole
8 comments:
I guess you know I think about you lots and continue to pray for you, dear friend. It almost feels redundant to say so here, but this morning I want to! God bless Whistle and Fish and P.P.Puppy and their purrs and snorts, and God bless you.
Is his name really pppuppy or is that a pseudonym? I'm glad that the morning was a little restorative.
Love you...
Have a lovely Sabbath, Cassie.
A wise woman once told me how she prioritizes: God first. Self-care second. Husband third. Family fourth. Professional duties fifth. Do you see where self-care is on her list? Are you getting enough massages, manicures, pedicures? Are you eating right? Taking vitamins? Exercising? Having enough tea and cake with friends? Just a thought.
Take care of yourself, Sweetie. I will pray for you.
Anniversaries are tough for those grieving and recovering from trauma. The only way is through, I guess, and we'll be holding you and yours in our prayers.
Hey dear one,
You are not alone. I'm praying for your peace (and it sounds like a morning's reflections with the four-legged members of your family helped). I have a question to ask you--I hope it is not too much to ask. Many of the inmates I work with, at both the men and women's facilities, are asking me to see about taping HBO's take on the anniversary of the hurricane--it's suppose to be two nights, August 28 and 29. These inmates are from those areas that were affected by not only Hurricane Katrina, but Rita as well. I want to provide good pastoral care to my flock. I remember for days calling the Red Cross with endless names of family members of my inmates. There were so many tears shared when I had family members finally call my office at the prison just to tell their loved one incarcerated that they were okay. Remembering you and all during this anniversary.
Prayers and blessings to you! Lydia
Oh, I am thinking about you and yours.
Take care.
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