Inspiration, Uncategorized

Put Aside Your Care and Worry

silhouette photography of people near body of water
Photo by Bithin raj on Pexels.com

All shall
be well,
and all shall
be well,
and all manner
of thing
shall be well.
– Julian of Norwich, 14th Century

This post is an excerpt from Prayers for Hard Times by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.

Advertisements
Inspiration, Uncategorized

Shelter in Any Storm of Fear and Trouble

lightning strike on city
Photo by Philippe Donn on Pexels.com

Almighty God, the Refuge of all that are distressed, grant unto
us that in all trouble of this our mortal life, we may flee to the
knowledge of Thy lovingkindness and tender mercy; that so,
sheltering ourselves therein, the storms of life may pass over us,
and not shake the peace of God that is within us. Whatsoever this
life may bring us, grant that it may never take from us the full faith
that Thou art our Father. Grant us Thy light, that we may have life,
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen..
– George Dawson

This post is an excerpt from Prayers for Hard Times by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.

Inspiration

All Things Calm

abstract art blur bokeh
Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com

You are the peace of all things calm.
You are the place to hide from harm.
You are the light that shines in the dark.
You are the heart’s eternal spark.
You are the door that’s open wide.
You are the guest who waits inside.
You are the stranger at the door.
You are the calling of the poor.
You are my Lord and save me from ill.
You are the light, the truth, the way.
You are my Savior this very day.

—Medieval Celtic Chant

 

This post is an excerpt from Prayers for Hard Times by Becca Anderson, which can be found at Amazon and Mango Media.

Inspiration

Your Infinite Peace

silhouette of person holding glass mason jar
Photo by Rakicevic Nenad on Pexels.com

Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond, self-enclosed and growing sweet—
all this universe, to the furthest stars
and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow,
illuminated in your infinite peace.

A billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that will be,
when all the stars are dead.

—Rainer Maria Rilke