Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Merry Christmas

It’s Christmas, Christ is with us. I wonder what it was like when Christ was with THEM for the first time and most didn't even realize who had arrived.

He’s with US. Most don’t even know He’s here.

I’m glad He came quietly. I’m glad He came without pretense, it makes it easier to trust Him.

God wrapped in human flesh in a stable. God as holy mystery. God as holy simplicity.

WE have complicated faith, truth with our lists of do’s and don’ts. WE’VE put God in many disguises so maybe THEY’LL like what they see.

He wasn’t in a palace. He wasn’t in the temple. He was in a stable.

Love is ALL.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

His Hem

"And, behold, a woman,which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment: For she said within herself,If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole."-Matthew 9:20-21. What a wonderful state of faith to be in. How beautiful.

She didn't need an appointment with Jesus. She didn't need a sermon. She didn't even have to see His face, or feel His touch to love and know her redeemer.

Mother Teresa has said,"Love has a hem to her garment that reaches the very dust. It sweeps the stains from the streets and lanes"

May I touch His hem that sweeps the stains from my heart and softly caresses with love, so that I may touch the very dust of life and serve.


Sunday, June 5, 2011

Giorraíonn Beirt Bóthar

The journey has been fascinating,joyful,slow,fast,hard. It's been tear stained,smile stained, pain stained, stained with beauty, colored with joy.It's been walking side by side holding each others hand. Deep love and respect.

Twenty eight years from then til now. Sometimes a quick peek over our shoulder at where we've been,always moving forward with anticipation.I am so deeply pleased and thankful to share the road with you.

To the love of my life.

Ruth V.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


In all the pain and suffering, love and joy- He is there.

He is there in the deep quiet of the soul.

Sometimes I can picture-"feel" crawling into His arms and being wrapped tight in His greatness.

So blessed.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Whispering Hope

The earth is awakening from its slumber as new life bursts through. Crocus' are blooming in spite of sudden snowstorms-whispering hope, whispering resilience, whispering life.

I love spring, especially around Easter when the earth and the soul begin to stir and shake off the grit of the winter. It's a time of reflection, renewal and hope.

May the spring rain wash away the grit from your doorstep. May you feel the tenacity of new life. May you feel hope, knowing that "He makes all things new."