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A Blessing for When You’re in the Wilderness
Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil. —Matthew 4:1 (NIV) On the day the Spirit leads you into the wilderness,may you know it was a Friend that led you thereand that … Continue reading
Posted in compassion, Lent, Poetry, Prayer, Reflections
Tagged Aaron Schock, angel, Briton Rivièr, Cale Woodley, Esther Hizsa, lent, Lenten Prayer Practice, Matthew 4, Mt. Hope Cemetery, Psalm 63:1, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, The Temptation in the Wilderness, Time
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Redeemed
“I need your help,” I said to Fred who was barely awake. “I made a big mistake.” I drew back the curtains to let in the light. “You know that highchair at the church that I thought was too old … Continue reading
That’s What Love Does
Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain, by themselves. 2 And he was transfigured before them, and his face shone like the sun, and his clothes became bright … Continue reading
Posted in Ignatian Spirituality, Lent, Prayer, Reflections
Tagged 1 John 4:8, Deuteronomy 31:6, Ephesians 3:14-21, Esther Hizsa, Henri Nouwen, I love my father, Lenten Prayer Practice, Luke 15:11-31, Luke 19:11-27, Matthew 17:1-13, Matthew 7:7-11, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, Yvette T.
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The Standoff
Such a familiar place,this standoff betweenthe part of me that wants to andthe part that doesn’t I can list all the good reasons why I need to do thisbut something in me has shut the door leans her body against it and yells, … Continue reading
Posted in ADHD, Lent, Poetry, Reflections
Tagged Andy Simonds, DK, Edwin M. McMahon, Eric Magnuson, Esther Hizsa, Glennon Doyle, Peter Campbell, Rediscovering the Lost Body-Connection within Christian Spirituality, spiritual director Burnaby, spiritual director Vancouver, standoff, The Open Door, We can do hard things.
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Certainty and Clarity
We are gathered in a circle,and a question isplaced before us. Memories comevivid and sharpof feelingweighted by expectationconfined by shouldsinadequate when I failed. I sense a groaning, a churninga pushing againsta wanting release. I give words to my nocertainthat it’s the … Continue reading

