My life is but a weaving, between my God and me.
I do not choose the colors. He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget he sees the upper, and I, the underside.
Not till the loom is silent and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver’s hand,
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.

Since we live by the Spirit, let us walk in step with the Spirit.

“I have had to forgive myself too. …Often we can’t forget, but we can always forgive. It can be the start of a new way to remember, It can change the memories of past failures into hope for the future and free us up to laugh again.” p. 115, Chapter 27, ‘Tricks My Dog Taught Me About Life, Love and God’, Phil Callaway.

“But there is no bargain, for here what is is what must be.”

May your sky be filled with rainbows;
May no dark clouds hide the view.
May your joys in life be many and uncertainties be few.
May you gladly greet the new day prepared for what will be,
And may you always thank the Lord for your Irish family tree.

Therefore encourage one another and build each other up…

Hatred stirs old quarrels, but love overlooks insults.

In this innermost space of the heart, ever pure and appeased, reposes the knower, alone, free from knowledge and known. P. 50 Lillian Silburn

O God who made me to trudge along the road always,
to carry heavy loads always,
And be beaten always.
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let someone understand me –
That I may no longer want to weep
Because I can never say what I mean
And they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle –
And make them give me time to pick it.
And Lord, one day let me find again
My little brother of the Christmas crib.
Prayers from the Ark
Carmen Berros de Gasztold

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.