Tag Archives: spiritual director Burnaby

Waking Up to What’s True

Posted on January 27, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

I wrote the number 2 on the whiteboard on our fridge. For two days, I have not eaten after supper. I feel hopeful that tomorrow I will write a three and the next day a four. In 2020, I worked … Continue reading →

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Before the Miracle

Posted on January 20, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

I close my eyes, enter into my imagination, and arrive at the wedding in Cana. I take it all in–joyful chatterolives and garlicky hummusdangling earrings and earnest facesfreshly baked bread and wafts of perfumethe earthen goblet in my hand. Who am … Continue reading →

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Let God Love You

Posted on January 13, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

“You can always come home to God, and God can always be found wherever you are, right at the centre of your soul.” I heard Danielle Shroyer say in this podcast while I was making dinner one evening. “The purpose … Continue reading →

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Arrows

Posted on January 6, 2023 by Esther Hizsa

“Have you had lunch yet?” I asked Fred, hoping he hadn’t eaten the leftover spaghetti. “Yes. I ate the spaghetti,” he said. “It was good.” Argh! Now I’d need to figure out something else to make for dinner. One more … Continue reading →

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Count Yourself In

Posted on December 30, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

The gull stood on a rock in the sea.Ferry wash struck the rock and drenched her. She shifted her stance but remained, webbed feet on cold mount,as another wave splashed over her,then, another,and another. Why does she keep standing there? The next … Continue reading →

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Turn to Wonder

Posted on December 23, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

“I have wonderful news:the Hoped-for-One,the Birthing you’ve longed forin the depths of your soul,has come, oh yes, has come!”— Joyce Rupp Really?I can’t see it happening.I long to be birthed into long stretches of unrattled moments,moments of easeand wholenessuntinged with disappointment. Will Your coming calm the sea of my lifefree me from my paralyzing thoughtssatisfy my hunger?This wafer … Continue reading →

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Advent 4: Silence

Posted on December 16, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

As I began my four-day retreat last week, I became aware of how uncomfortable I was with the silence–especially in the evening when it was dark, and I couldn’t go for walk or gaze at the sea. I wanted something … Continue reading →

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Advent 3: Restless

Posted on December 9, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” –Luke 9:58 (NRSVUE) I want to lay my head on the satisfactionof believing that … Continue reading →

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Advent 2: Trust

Posted on December 2, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

Life is a succession of dyings and risings. At the center of the Eucharist, we proclaim, “Christ has died, Christ is risen, and Christ will come again.”–Richard Rohr’s Daily Meditation, November 27, 2022 This morning I saw minuscule buds on my … Continue reading →

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Advent 1: Touch

Posted on November 25, 2022 by Esther Hizsa

I waited for You at the door of wordsbut they were little more thanletters on a pageundecipherable my feelings far away.Did I have any? I fidgeteddistractedpowerless.  Then, through the locked door,You came. “Touch my face,” You said Lost feelingsfound tears. … Continue reading →

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