What truth do I preach better than I practice?
Oswald Chambers
Monday Ponderings {March 20th}
Category: Prayer
Monday Ponderings {March 6}
…Lord of my merry cheers,
My grey that turns to gold,
And my most private tears
And comforts manifold,
‘Tis wonderful to me
That I am loved by Thee.
excerpt from “Brooding Blue” by Amy Carmichael
||nourishing newness||
release your hold,
your icy grip off of
Saint Valentine’s wrist,
Janus, you selfish giant you,
you two-faced, greedy,
grasper, holding at
arms length from us
your children, the hint
of green, your snowy
finger still extending
over the land, but your
days are numbered
white witch melt
warmth will rule
once more
A.M. Pine, originally for Peace Poem Project 2023. Drawing from this well.
||living loved||
I cracked the Montana mug
I lost the swallow earring
flea market finds from my man
is this all marriage is
feeling cracked & lost?
but that’s how hope crawls in
through the cracks & crevices
in small corner light is found
loneliness is lumped & kneaded out
not unlike what that
potter did with the clay
back in Montana
turning something
rough into a little something
different one day
the beader who set
my earring soaring
didn’t see a marriage
celebrated as her
dangling art pierced through
my earlobe
the cracked & loss
a little more whole
A.M. Pine, originally written for Peace Poem Project 2023
-drawing from this well ♥️
Monday Ponderings {February 13th}
The goal of my spiritual life is such close identification with Jesus Christ that I will always hear God and know that God always hears me. If I am united with Jesus Christ, I hear God all the time through the devotion of hearing. A flower, a tree, or a servant of God may convey God’s message to me. What hinders me from hearing is my attention to other things…
Oswald Chambers, My Utmost For His Highest
||winged words||
•blank page, cut hand
ink dribbled off edge
down onto palm of mine
mingle with blood
can they course through
both vein & pen?
can winged words
life blood be
ink that oxygenates
black to bloody red
soaring over pulsating sea
red & black scribbles
across wide, white expanse
staunch the wound
bleed the ink
my heart is lanced •
A. M. Pine, originally for the Peace Poem Project, drawing from this well.
Monday Ponderings {February 6th}
If the wind from the promised land is at times cruel, it is to remind me that my journey is not yet complete.
Michael D. O’Brian, Strangers and Sojourners, p. 193
Monday Ponderings {January 23rd}
…Oh, it is well to waken with the woods
And feel, as those who wait with God alone,
The forest’s heart in these rare solitudes
Beating against our own.
Close-shut behind us are the gates of care,
Divinity enfolds us, prone to bless,
And our souls kneel. Night in the wilderness
Is one great prayer.
excerpt from “Midnight in Camp” by Lucy Maud Montgomery
Monday Ponderings {January 16th}
O God, along with sunny days, life brings its nights of ills…and if fearlessly I face these nights, my soul in rapture thrills…
Each time I face life’s disciplines, unbowed and unafraid…then deep within this heart of mine new courage is displayed…
When disappointments come my way, don’t let me run and hide…for if I stand with head erect, then courage will abide…
It’s not what happens to me, God, but what I do with it…that helps determine whether I shall fall or rise a bit.
“Don’t Let Me Run and Hide” by George Bilby Walker, The Quiet Time: A Collection of Prayer-Poems, p.20
Monday Ponderings {January 2nd ~Merriest New Year to you!}
It takes courage to listen with our whole heart to the tick of God’s timing rather than march to the loud beat of our fears.
Ann Voskamp, The Broken Way
||on my mind||
•flamboyant feet•carhartt clavicles•winged words•living loved•grave gratefulness•pilgrimage path•long lingering•dirt death•soul soup•nourishing newness•single step•ugliness underneath•deep drought•creator’s creation•ravenous ravens•sojourner’s song•brewed breath•crushed comfort•yeasty yearning•hearth hopes•flowers first•purifying poetry•charcoal clinging•silhouetted self•death depth•wayfaring woman•soaked seed•milled manure•winnowed wine•loamy light•cruciform crush•affection advent• “speaking silence”*•indigo image•skeletal skies•seafarer’s seasons•pride pestle•ground grain•peeled pear•juiced joy•
Some of my inspiration:
RM’s song “Wildflower”*, the ritual and smell of grinding coffee, reading Joy Clarkson’s Aggressively Happy, watching a murder of crows in a stubbled corn field, reading Live No Lies by John Mark Comer, the new year approaching, and rereading The Broken Way by Ann Voskamp.
Joy Journal {December 28th}
•wee flicker of little candle ‘Christmas at the Burrow’• the warmth and deepness of freshly ground and French-pressed black coffee in Christmas mug•the glimmer of light off the gingerbread men salt & pepper shaker•little, snowy glass cottage trinket•reading Beauty Chasers with Annie, chapter by chapter, discussion•Sophie racing around the house, her orange-y tail twitch, her sweet whiskers, her ‘cat-ti-tude’•the glow of the old-fashioned Christmas tree lights • Ella’s Christmas spirit and excitement• a juicy, sweet pineapple• Gideon’s love of baths•Schielch animal dioramas everywhere• a friend talking books with me• zoom reading nights with online kindred spirits •Peanuts postage stamps from dad•rubbing coconut oil into little chapped hand•dipping deliciously into aggressively happy by Joy Marie Clarkson•finding swirls, sparkles, and wind sighs in the coldest time of the year•
The work of humanity is to see one another safely home. ♥️
Penelope Wilcock
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