One Crafty Widow - Random Thoughts Along the Way

One Crafty Widow

Divinity of God in Me

8/28/2024

Psalm 139 tells me I was knit together in my mother’s womb. I always envisioned this to be the weaving of my DNA strands together to create my physical being, like braiding hair. God would weave them in and out of one another to create something that He would then fasten off when I was complete.

But what if God 'knitting me together' was less like putting together a piece of IKEA furniture and more like interweaving my soul with His?

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Love Your Body?

10/3/2023

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I used to think of loving my body in the context of loving how I looked on the outside - to love the parts of me I can see. But what if loving my body can mean something different?

As I looked in the mirror one morning, I noticed how my eyes looked, and then I noticed how they were able to see whatever I looking at.

Jesus but ...

3/5/2023

Be like Jesus.

Cool. I can raise the dead?

Don’t be silly. But you can be like Jesus.

Ok, so I can lay hands on people and heal them.

No. Just be like Jesus.

What about walking on water, or calming the storm?

No. And you can't feed thousands of people with five loaves and two fish, either. You just need to be like Jesus.

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Prayer Is Intention

7/30/2022

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I’ve heard mantras like “Let go and let God,” or been encouraged to leave my requests at the cross.

According to these mantras, we enlist God to do a thing - we focus on the outcome. Make this sickness go away. Sell my house. Grant me that job - or a job. That’s putting it in God’s hands, right? Then we are supposed to let go or walk away. We are to pray and then sit back and wait for the miracle, no matter how small.

Prayer Is Presence

7/23/2022

I was standing on the earth, connecting with that part of its creator that was imbued into it, thinking about how the earth supports us.

Oftentimes in my life, prayer has been outcome based - asking God to do this, to change that, or take that away. The outcome typically sought had to do with comfort, safety, or convenience - whether my own or someone else’s. And when prayer is based on an outcome, we tend to become focused on that one outcome that we decided is best.

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Finding God ...

9/2/2021

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The Me I Was Before looked for God in the mundane, in the everyday things of life.

One of the mundane things in my life is squeezing a lemon into my water every morning. But I don’t like the seeds floating around in my glass.

One morning, I pondered this activity and found God there in my lemon.

We have bigger ovens now.

7/21/2021

Social norms.

They are sneaky little tyrants, dictating to us what is acceptable, and what is not; what we can be proud of and what we should be ashamed of.

They are embedded deeply into our subconscious causing us to behave, dress, even speak in ways and places that they deem appropriate without us even knowing they are there. They whisper ceaslessly in our being, lulling us into compliance.

We don’t question their mandates; they make us believe we are choosing these things for ourselves.

But are we?

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God's Buffet

7/10/2021

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I saw a baby bird in my yard. Well, it wasn't a baby baby, it was more like a fledgling. It was fully feathered and able to fly short distances, perhaps from the limb of a tree or a fence to the ground. Flying back up, even a short distance, was another story. The little guy was nestled in the grass, being very quiet and still.

He was just chillin, sunning himself or enjoying the fresh air. Then, all of a sudden, this little bird stands up and starts squawking and raising a ruckus! I looked around to see what the fuss was all about, and I saw an adult bird sitting on the top of the fence.

The Path

6/29/2021

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I look at the path that is in front of me, at the path that my feet are on.

The bridge, the path, is my business.

If my path is a bridge over a cavern, and I focus on the cavern, I may lose my step. If I focus on the bridge, I'll stay on the bridge.

My path is my own future, my own destiny.

Death is a Part of Life

3/18/2021

I’ve always thought this meant that in our lifetimes we will experience the death of others, and, ultimately, our own death. Both of these things are true; it is a linear understanding based on the beginning and ending of a single lifetime. In this view, death is the end of a timeline that was once characterized by life. At least this is how I’ve always understood it.

Death became part of Rod’s life in the most literal way. But on the day he died, death became part of my life, too.

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