To the weary hearts like mine, here’s a beautiful song from Casting Crowns.
“Quite! Be Still!”, I need to tell myself this phrase the way God commanded the raging storm in today’s gospel, Mark 4:35-41.
God of All My Days
by Casting Crowns
I came to You with my heart in pieces And found the God with healing in His hands I turned to You, put everything behind me And found the God who makes all things new I looked to You, drowning in my questions And found the God who holds all wisdom And I trusted You and stepped out on the ocean
You caught my hand among the waves ‘Cause You’re the God of all my days
Each step I take You make a way And I will give You all my praise My seasons change, You stay the same You’re the God of all my daysContinue reading “To the weary…”→
Fears and doubts today surround me
Endless questions I can’t comprehend
Darkened path, my eyes cannot see
Mind running wild as logic ends
These all I lay at the mercy of Your feet
My restless heart, my wavering faith
My rivers of tears and gnashing teeth
Your gift of love and wisdom, I will wait
Dadirri means inner, deep listening and quiet, still awareness. It is a ‘tuning in’ experience with the specific aim to come to a deeper understanding of the beauty of nature. Dadirri recognizes the inner spirit that calls us to reflection and contemplation of the wonders of all God’s creation. Within a deep silence we attempt to find the inner self, the perfect peace and the experience of God embracing us.
Beneath the sycamore tree, I rest Amid the leaves of vivid browns, my nest Listening to the buzzing bees Unshackling the day’s worries and quests
The blue bird sings with the summer breeze My heart and soul was put at ease Calm and serene as the cerulean sky Marveling the symphony of the trees
I stretched my hands way up high Watched the herons glide and fly Breathed the cool and crisp morning air Ignored the seconds passing by
Like idle rabbits and untamed hares I lay, in peace, my troubles and prayers Letting go of my doubts and nightmares A new beginning, the day declares
Poetry Form: A Quatrain in chain rhyme (aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd).
“We all want to be certain, we all want proof, but the kind of proof we tend to want-scientifically or philosophically demonstrable proof that would silence all doubts once and for all-would not in the long run, I think, answer the fearful depths of our need at all. For what we need to know, of course, is not just that God exists, not just that beyond the steely brightness of the stars there is a cosmic intelligence of some kind that keeps the whole show going, but that there is a God right here in the thick of our day-by-day lives who may not be writing messages about himself in the stars but who in one way or another is trying to get messages through our blindness as we move around down here knee-deep in the fragrant muck and misery and marvel of the world. It is not objective proof of God’s existence that we want but, whether we use religious language for it or not, the experience of God’s presence. That is the miracle that we are really after. And that is also, I think, the miracle that we really get.”
This has always been one of my favorite quotations from renowned author / storyteller Frederick Buechner. For such a powerful message crafted to embody a huge amount of truth not just to non-believers but to devotees alike, I can’t even start to amplify. There is one simple truth, in my point of view, though that I have always tried to live by— day by day. That in the midst of happiness, confusion, fear, and emptiness, along with everything that happens in between, God is always with us, within us. That in the midst of the unending battle between science and faith, between the word of God and science theories, there is something that goes beyond reason. That at the end of the day if we really try to let go of everything and just stare at the stars, look deeper into our feelings, maybe— just maybe, we’ll experience the miracle we’ve always wanted. Not the miracle that we see or touch but something that we feel within us. A feeling that would makes us smile at the starry night for a reason that goes beyond words and paragraphs. A feeling that would make the silence seems so loud.