Chatting with God

3/1/2011

      This morning is gorgeous here at the cottage. A sliver of a moon greeted me at 5:15 and now the sun is brilliant in the blue sky. God is consistent about these stellar and solar events, and I’m here chatting with God about it.
     Seems that my ideas about prayer are all over the place. In one breath I stick with the “Thy, not my will be done,” and the next I’m thanking God for the sunrise. Of course, God knows what’s going on. Maybe my job is to be thankful and not disappointed when things don’t go my way.

      Talking with God brought to mind Moses and the burning bush. You never know what you might hear or how your life might change w

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Jim Newton link

3/1/2011 07:48:54 pm

I believe God is most often felt while at the margins. I seldom feel Gods presence during the routines of daily life. When things changed for the good or bad that is when I feel God's presence. Living by the ocean is another margin where God reveals himself to me. As a young boy my paternal Grandparents owned a house on the ocean in the cove known as Bass Rocks in Gloucester, MA. The house was build for my Great Grandfather for $100. (at least that is the family legend). The 7 bedroom house had tongue and grove paneling on the peaked ceiling in the third floor bedrooms. In the summers my brother and I slept in the front room with the windows open allowing the ocean breeze to flow in. I remember lying on my back with my feet in the air feeling the wood paneling with my bare feet. The coast is all rocks along that section of the coast. Most of the rocks were massive or ledge. One small section was made up of stones the size of grapefruits. They were smoothed from the constant surge of the waves against them. The sound that is made as a large ocean swell pushes up into this mass of stones banging them together then receding with the water muffling the sound is distinctive. I am unable to describe the sound but know it immediately if heard. I think of being in bed, with an ocean breeze blowing in, lying on my back with my legs in the air, feeling the smooth wood with my bear feet and listening to that distinctive sound as I fell asleep. It makes me weep thinking of those times with God so near.

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