Lord Make me an instrument of your peace Where there is hatred let me sew love Diane
Here is my favorite prayer, the prayer of
St. Francis
O Lord make me an instrument of your peace
where there is hatred let me sow your love,
where there is injury, pardon,
where there is doubt, faith
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light &
where there is sadness joy.
O divine master, grant that I may not seek, so
much
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
pardoning that we are pardoned,
& in dying that we are born to Eternal life.
Elizabeth
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. Kathy
| Send Thy peace O Lord, which
is perfect and everlasting, that our souls may radiate peace. Send Thy peace O Lord, that we may think, act and speak harmoniously. Send Thy peace O Lord, that we may be contented and thankful for Thy bountiful gifts. Send Thy peace O Lord, that amidst our worldly strife, we may enjoy Thy bliss. Send Thy peace O Lord, that we may endure all, tolerate all, in the thought of Thy grace and mercy. Send Thy peace O Lord, that our lives may become a Divine vision and in Thy light, all darkness may vanish. Send Thy peace O Lord, our Father and Mother, that we Thy children on Earth may all unite in one family. |
| prayer for peace - pir-o-murshid inayat khan - 1921 ± Marti |
Shepherd me, oh God, beyond my wants, beyond my fears, from death into life. Karen
FORSAKEN ROOTS Judy
Take Time
Lord, I love you and I need you, come into my heart, and bless me, my family, my home, and my friends, in Jesus' name. Ellen
"The next message you need is always right where you are." Ram Das. Lorrie
Be content that you are not yet a saint, even though you realize that the only thing worth living for is sanctity.
Then you will be satisfied to let God lead you to sanctity by paths that you cannot understand. You will travel in darkness in which you will no longer be concerned with yourself and no longer compare yourself with others. Those who have gone by that way have finally found out that sanctity is in everything and that God is all around them.
Having given up all desire to compete with others they suddenly wake up and find that the joy of God is every- where, and they are able to exult in the virtues and good- ness of others more than they ever could have done in their own.
This is the prayer Karen gave to Lorrie
God of Love,
I thank You for the people in my life
who are easy to love.
I thank You for my family and friends
who understand my actions,
who support me in my decisions,
and whose presence can lift the burden of a thorny day.
Help me with those who are difficult to love.
When they come at me with criticism
and wild expectations,
when they ignore me
or try to bend me to their will,
let me recognize their flaws and their dangers.
But then let me remember your attitude toward them,
and lead me to see them
in the light of Your love.
Amen.
The Chosen Vessel
The Master
was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many - which one would He choose?
Take me, cried the gold one, I'm shiny and bright,
I'm of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!
The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine
And I'll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.
Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like
glass.
Here! Here! cried the vessel, I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.
Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I'm sure I'll be happy in Your house to abide.
The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
You may use me, dear Master, the wooden bowl said,
But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!
Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.
Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. There's work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.
Author Unknown
