ANGEL COMFORT

"The angel who came and talked to me held me, comforted me, and set me on my feet." 2Esdras 5:15

Some days, we feel we want more than God to be with us. We want company. We forget our guardian angel is always there, a special angel, individually assigned to us. Our angel is there right by our side, never sleeping, even as we nod off into our world of dreams. As we begin each day, we can say good morning to both God and our angel. If we want to make sure God hears our extra needs, tell it to our angel; it will be ‘hand delivered.’ Listening, as we do to God, we can hear our angel talk to us, giving us beautiful words of comfort, kindness, compassion, mercy and love. It will help us take all the next steps to continue on our journey, the one God has planned for each of us, according to His will.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHO IS IT?

WHO IS IT?
Who has gone up to heaven and come down?
Who has gather the wind by the handful?
Who has bound up the waters in a garment?
Who has established all the ends of the earth?
What is this person's name
and the name of this person's child-
if you know it?
Proverbs 30:4
(CEB)

We all know the name! It is God, and His son, Emmanuel!
~Marie T. Morrison~

verse from CommonEnglishBible

WHAT WOULD BE MISSING

"It is the glory of God to hide something and the glory of kings to discover something." Proverbs 25:2 (CEB)

If everything was right in front of us, we would miss the beauty of what was behind it. Seeking for it, the excitement of discovering it, enjoying it in awe and placing it in our memory is what makes the moment glorious, praising God for the joyous gift.
~Marie T. Morrison~

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WHAT TO BRING

"Give to the LORD the glory due his name! Bring Gifts! Tremble before him, all the earth!" Psalm 96:8,9 (CEB)


How thrilled our Lord will be, if we present Him with gifts of humility, peace, love, gratitude,compassion for one another and a daily prayer of praise!

~Marie T. Morrison~

REMINISCING

"Let's enjoy all the good things of life now. Let's enjoy creation to the fullest as we did in our youth." Wis.2:6
What a beautiful Christmas reflection this passage is! Taking us back to our childhood years, we can dream about the ornaments carefully placed on the tree with each having a memory. We were not afraid to sing all the Christmas carols, no matter how off key, among our group of friends. We made cards for the family, never replacing “Christ” with an “X.” Never would we miss hearing the holiday bell ringers, playing every Christmas song, listening to them in awe, those hollowed, silent, bells making glorious sounds. Waking up to the glistening snow, we would warmly bundle up to run outside and make snow angels. As we moved our legs and arms in formation and our faces upwards, the continued snowflakes fell upon us. Our eyes and mouths open, we would scream with joy as the cold snow hit our eyelashes and tongues. We would come in with frozen red cheeks, laughing, being greeted with cups of hot chocolate topped with mini-marshmallows, our parents pulling off our coats, boots and hats as we sipped, cookies on the table waiting for us. Waiting, as we are for the birth of the Christ child, thanking God for all of life He has given us!
~Marie T. Morrison~

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WHAT TO SEEK

"Scatter your seed in the morning,and in the evening don't be idle because you don't know which will succeed, this one or that, or whether both will be equally good.
Sweet is the light,and it's pleasant for the eyes of the sun. Even those who live many years should take pleasure in them all." Ecclesiastes 11:6-8

I am a person wanting to see the positive in everything. It is hard to find it in some situations, but it is there. Turning to God and the angels can help me seek the goodness. That lost seed can turn into something bountiful, bringing fruit to many.

During Advent, I reflect and pray on the goodness of each of my brethren. I am also doing my best to only speak of the goodness of those I know.
~Marie T. Morrison~

ANNOUNCEMENT!!

"Hark the herald angels sing!" It is the time of year for us to praise and glorify our God, eternally bringing us light in our darkness, providing life in every direction we turn. He loves us unconditionally,giving us mercy, even when we are not following His Will. Our newborn King is coming, the angels, our unchanging messengers tell us, as they sing to announce His acclaimed birth. In our hearts,

"May God be praised, and may his great name be praised, and may all his holy angels be praised forever! May his great name be upon us, and may all the angels be praised for all eternity!" Tobit 11:13-14 (Common English Bible)
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SILENT HANDIWORK

SILENT HANDIWORK

The landscape is blanketed with snow today. I think of the beautiful psalm, which begins:

"Heaven is declaring God's glory; the sky is proclaiming his handiwork." Psalm 19:1

I habitually wake up thanking God for another day, praising Him often as I acknowledge the roof over my head, having food to eat and warm clothing to wear. I say a prayer of gratitude for my family and friends.

As I look at nature, I always smile and thank God for what I can see, touch, smell, hear and even taste. There are the berries to eat, the salt on the lips from an ocean wind, raindrops and snowdrops gently landing on the mouth. Today is one of those days, where I especially feel happy and at peace, as I see a panorama of white. Delicate snowflakes cover every object I see out of my windows, providing a web of intricate designs. My soul is rejoicing by God’s luxuriant handiwork. Dormant fruit trees, flowering bushes at sleep for the winter and tall pines all hold layers of snow, appearing soft and silent in their own grandeur. How grateful I am, to be part of this spiritual world.

~Marie T. Morrison~

Bible version for quote is from the Common English Bible

THE SHARING

"Among all things, who hasn't known that the LORD's hand did this, In whose grasp is the life of everything, the breath of every person?" Job 12:9-10

Job continues to be an inspiration on what faith is about. No matter how tough life got, he looked at life as something given to him by the Lord's hand. In his own pain, he knows that without God, there would be no air. Without the air, we cannot breathe in God's glory. Without His glory, there could be no excitement and anticipation of His Son birth, bringing a new beginning to the world. Because of His Son's later pain and sacrifice, mankind was saved. Mankind offers us the sharing of God's faith, love, peace, grace, joy and mercy, now and forever.

~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT EMOTIONS!

"Look! A virgin will become pregnant and give birth to a son, And they will call him, Emmanuel." Matt 1:23 ( Emmanuel means'God is with us.') (Common English Bible)

Our Virgin Mary was chosen from God to carry His Son. She has been magnificent since her own conception, her own soul being chosen to be carried in her own mother's womb! What a grand image! We glorify Emmanuel, giving thanks to Mary, for carrying out this great deed. He is part human, part divine, to be there for humanity and God. Let our emotions pour forth, never ending our praise for him!

WHERE TO BE FED

WHERE TO BE FED
Feeding upon the past will get you nowhere. Feeding upon the future will get you somewhere.
~Marie T. Morrison~

LISTEN TO THE PLAN

We often question what we are told to do. Mary, our Blessed Mother, could only glorify the Lord and rejoice in God when the Angel Gabriel said she would carry God's Son. Mary teaches us to remember the Two Great Commandments, as well as the Ten Commandments, including honor, reverence, humility, compassion, kindness and love.
As Mary accepted what was told to her,God's will is different for each one of us. Listening to this individual plan, while in prayer, can deliver great joy and bring a new passion for life. Together, what He has planned for all will make a beautiful world, filled with all the goodness Mary taught us through her initial act of love.

~Marie T. Morrison~

TIME OUT

In this week of school exams, hectic shopping and rushing to get here and there, remember our Lord. Take a moment or two and spend time to pray and converse with Him. Listen to His words of wisdom and understanding. He will give you the strength and planning to carry you through, as well as His blessings!

The LORD'S spirit will rest upon him,a spirit of wisdom and understanding,a spirit of planning and strength. Isaiah 11:2 (Common English Bible)

FORGIVING THE IN-LAW

FORGIVING THE IN-LAW

ADVENT is to be a time to practice forgiveness. Of course, it is something we should always be doing, but with the upcoming birth of our Christ child, it is a great time to start anew on relationships in our own lives.
Relationships with our own relations can be the hardest to forgive. With former friends, we tend to walk away and erase those people from our lives. The hurt is there, but not seeing them anymore eases the pain. A relative is another matter. There is the constant reminder that happens when family is involved. Take an in-law, for example. More specifically, take the mother-in-law.
My mother-in-law and I did not get along. First, there were the problems in how she raised her son. Of course, I was too blind to see that he was old enough to make his own choices by the time he married me, but I blamed her anyway. In return, she was upset that I did not pamper her son in the way a mother of her generation saw befitting.
That was the only beginning of a rough time, continuing for over twenty years. My cooking was horrendous, the house was not clean enough, my discipline of the children should be more on the spoiling end. In my eyes, all she did was paint her nails, spend her time at the beauty parlor and undo any discipline I had instilled in her grandchildren. Conversations were such a stretch that my eyes would literally be watering, with nothing to say.
Throughout this time, I was always the devout Christian, going to Church weekly, teaching religion classes and talking about what was in the Bible to different groups. I prayed daily, had endless conversations with God and had many calling me a spiritual person, an inspiration. In the back of my mind, though, I had a big, dark, problem; my mother-in-law. Here I was, being quite pious, but not so with a person who had given birth to my husband and was the grandmother of my children. I said “The Lord’s Prayer” daily, about forgiving others, yet I was going against these very words. Basically, I was a fraud.
I knew I had to change this. What could I do? Dialing her phone number, I rang her up to say hello. She was suspicious, a tone of questioning in her voice why I was calling; I would be too, if she had called me out of the blue. It was a short, but polite visit. I called her again the next day. Again, there was a bit of doubt in her voice. I remained friendly, telling her something about one of her grandchildren. I called the next, the day after that, and the day after that. Soon, the visits lengthened in time. Maybe we were on the phone forty-five minutes, maybe longer; we would lose complete track of time. Her daughters would tell me if they were over visiting and the phone rang, she would call out, “If that is Marie, give me the phone! Anyone else, say I am not here!” They were ignored as we visited away.
Two years later, she became very ill, unable to visit as before while in the hospital. She never returned home. Before she passed, she handed me her beautiful ring, wanting me to wear it. Overcome with emotion, I said it needed to go to her daughters. They all said no, I was to have it, that is what she wanted. I wear it thinking of our good visits in those years we did have together, not dwelling on the wasted time of the past.
I miss her so, especially this time of year, a season she loved. As I write this, I have a lump in my throat, tears in my eyes. This is the time of day I usually picked up the phone for our afternoon visit, where we would talk about anything and everything.
We did not have to say “I forgive you.” We knew it. Our words and love for one another said it all.

~Marie T. Morrison~

OH, WHAT A JOYFUL PLACE!

We see God’s passion for life in every sunrise and sunset. It is there in the beauty of a bird’s flight, the scent of a rose, the waves of an ocean and in the great heights of every awe-inspiring mountain. We, too, are part of His formula, being gifted with our own passions as soon as we had a soul. Using our passions with all our hearts, souls and minds will make our world a joyful place!
~Marie T. Morrison~

AIM FOR THE ROAD!

Aim for the road to Heaven! We can do this by listening. Silence is golden, as it is then that we can begin to hear. There are the sounds in nature and even the sounds in the city that teach us about the life around us. Our minds are no longer based on our personal needs. A new outlook on life has begun. God has opened our eyes. Now, we must act upon what we have seen, continuing to listen, learning from actions and words as we work with others. This is how we become wise, setting our mind on the right course, a path that can lead us to Heaven.

~Marie T. Morrison~

THE SILENT MESSENGERS

Angels perpetually embrace us with their endearing love. If they decided to take a break for only a few minutes, we would be shocked at the chaos that could happen. God has them giving us silent messages concerning our choices, our actions, our concerns and our cares. If we give them permission, they will be our messengers, taking our prayers of healing and protection to God. What mighty instruments they are, bringing a constant peace to our lives. As we sing our praise of thanks to God, let us honor the angels for carrying out God’s will.
~Marie T. Morrison~

NO COMPARISON

Though we may do good things in life, it cannot compare what God does for all of creation. Staying humble , we praise God, giving gratitude for all of His many gifts.
~Marie T. Morrison~

TAKE THE RIDE!

"The Lord God is my strength,who make's my feet nimble as a hind's, and sets me to range the heights." Habakkuk 3:19 #CEBtour
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This verse, worded from the Common English Bible, is a good one to recall when it is felt we cannot give one more push, one more pull, or take one more step. Speaking to God, He will talk to us in return, saying to feel His strength, to have that sensation of our spirit getting limber, to go for it! He is right there. He is not along for the ride; he is part of our ride, always there to help with every bump along the way!

STAYING TRUE

Stay true. "But truth too is great and stronger than all else. The whole earth calls on truth; the sky praises her." 1 Esdras 4:36

THE PERFECT SAIL

Go out into the sea of imagination. Bring God along as your co-captain, your spirit and soul as the passengers. How enlightened you will be at the end of your journey!
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CHILD WHO RAN AWAY

BLOG-The Child Who Ran Away

It was a cold winter morning the day I was assigned playground duty. The dirt playground was now a mixture of slush, mud puddles and gooey mud. Children love days like this, to get out there and run off the built up energy in the brisk air after sitting all morning. Teachers are thinking of sipping a warm cup of tea and how squishing through a muddy schoolyard was not part of the curriculum in their college education, much less of putting up with a classroom filled with dirt and mud at the end of each recess.

My small class of eight boys, ages eight through twelve, have bundled up in parkas, hats, mittens, scarves and boots, ready to burst out the portable classroom door to hit the blast of cold air. I follow, wearing my warm gear, a gray wool coat past my knees, a rose-colored knit scarf wrapped three times around my neck and most of my face, a matching knit hat I’ve shoved down to cover the forehead, cozy gloves and boots up past my knees, thick wool socks underneath. I know those cold temperatures chill me to the bone as I wander the yard, waving to fellow teachers in their assigned areas.

Snuggled in my warmth, watching and hearing joyous children at play, I felt a little nudging on my elbow. Standing there was a little girl about the age of eight. She reminded me of a waif, so slight she was. I did not remember seeing her before, thinking she must be a new student at the school. She was wearing lime green thin cotton pants, not even reaching her ankles, threadbare. On her feet were rubber galoshes, a dirty shade of orange. She had on a coat that would hardly be warm on a late summer evening. There was no hat covering her red-orange hair, cut unevenly and barely combed. She pointed down to her clothes, where I saw she was drenched, mud splatters everywhere, even reaching her jacket, soaking through. As my eyes grew wide, expressing shock and sorrow, she said a group of kids had come over to where she was standing, jumping in the puddles nearby. They were laughing as they did this to her.

Just then, the recess bell ring to go back to class. I took this timid child with me into my classroom, a portable building at the edge of the playground. In my closet, I had an abundance of spare clothes I was often handing out to my own students. I did have clothes her size, a warm white turtleneck and a pair of blue jeans that would fit her well. Handing them to her, I told her she could change in the restroom, getting nice and warm in something new. Her precious eyes looked at me longingly, her not saying a word. Looking back at them and her freckled cheeks, I asked her if she wanted me to help her change her clothes; she nodded a yes to me.

I turned to my class of boys, to whom I taught long ago to always respect everyone and everything, my number one rule of the classroom. They had not uttered a word as they watched this transaction, not making a move in their desks, forgetting their happy banter which usually followed every recess break. It was as if they knew something was not right for this sweet child. I gently asked them to put ‘their foreheads on their forearms,’ not looking up until I said it was okay to do so. I almost wanted to cry at how good they were. Forgotten were the rough boy moments. Not once did they look up as I took the wet clothes off of this simple soul of God’s, nor did they make a sound, not even a shuffle.

I pulled off her too big galoshes only to find out she had on no socks. Pulling off the wet trousers, I saw she had on no underwear. Neither one of us shared a word, working in silence. Though I had socks, I had never thought of keeping undergarments in my cupboard. My heart was breaking, though my face held a warm and loving smile, as she took in the moment of having something warm to wear. Quietly, I told her that after lunch, I would have some special underclothes for her too, that I would call her out of class. She gave me one last smile and said a quiet ‘okay.’ I watched her go, walking across the playground in her dirty orange galoshes, back to her class, a tiny piece of innocence out there in a large world not always filled with love and compassion.

As my students looked up, they did not ask one question about what just happened. I was proud of them, saying a silent prayer to God for these rich gifts right in front of me. What wealth, to have a classroom full of God’s glory, eight sets of bright, dark brown eyes, looking out at me, ready to learn their next lesson. We all knew the silent lesson they had just been part of was a powerful one, no words needed to be expressed.

Running to the store during my lunch break, I picked up this fragile little one from her classroom so she could add the one needed item to her new wardrobe. As I helped her dress, I asked her if she had any brothers or sisters at the school. She said she did, telling me the ages of the three other siblings. We continued to visit, me learning that they just started this new school the day before. It being a Friday afternoon, I told her that by Monday, I would have all kinds of new clothes for her family. Having generous neighbors, I knew I would have several bags to give her parents, as well as some stuffed animals, school supplies and a game or two.

She told me she would be gone by then. Her mom, brothers and sister were running away from her dad. She was staying at the shelter for battered women across the street, her dad finding out where they were. He had called the school, saying he was driving to our town now, planning to kill the family. They were leaving at midnight, before he reached where she was; they could reach the next shelter by the time there would be an open beds. A hotline at the present shelter told them where they could go next.

Speaking to me in an even and polite tone, I could see this was the only life she has ever known. She literally ran away from where she had been with the clothes on her back, before her angry dad hurt her and anyone in the family. This was a life I knew nothing about. There was an unmarked building housing battered women across the street, but that was the extent of my knowledge. That building now had a personality to it, as behind it walls were people with fears and anxiety, but also hope.

How blessed and thankful I am, for my clothes, my shoes, even my undergarments. Growing up, I had the same home and bed at the end of the day, never wondering if my parent is going to harm me after he finds me, or who will bully me at my next new school because of how I looked. There was no needed hotline to follow, saying where I could possibly be safe.

This being Thanksgiving, it is truly a time to show gratitude for everything we have been given in life. It is a time to praise God for the blessings we have received. It is a time for us to do as God has asked us, to love one another. We need to reach out and feed the hungry, clothe the poor and provide them with shelter. We need to make time to do something for others. Thanksgiving is the start of a whole new season where we can reach into our pockets to give to the homeless shelters, tutor someone in math, read the paper to those with poor eye sight at a nursing room or begin a jigsaw puzzle with them, as they tell you a story of their past. Realize how Bible Scripture is there to show us how we are to go out and serve others, verse after verse, story after story.

It is a time to share our faith, hope and love through these actions we take. We must constantly pray for our brethren, never stopping at giving charity that will bring them the hope to know God is always there, even in those scary and devastating moments. It is a time to remember we are all brought into one body by baptism in the One Spirit, and that one Holy Spirit was poured out for all of us to drink.

A HELPING HAND

Strong-willed minds are hard to change. With prayer, love, understanding, kindness and compassion, it can happen, all done with a pleasant smile. God will be there to offer a helping hand!
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE BREEZE OF AN ANGEL

Sudden breezes in the air are the wings of angels belonging to loved ones, passing by to share an intimate hello. Reaching home, they rest their wings, displaying magnificent artworks of white in the sky, until they come to leave a cherished touch once again.
~Marie T. Morrison~

HOPE II

H elp is given, wanting to reach your heart.
O mnipresent is the Holy Spirit, filling your soul with love and care.
P erpetual prayers are said by our brethren, keeping you safe from the storm.
E ncouragement comes from God's hands, as He holds you tight.
~Marie T. Morrison~

~~We can never give up on hope!~~

THE SOLITUDE AND THE GLORY

Left in solitude, I am given the time to contemplate on the Glory of God!
~Marie T. Morrison

WEARY

Though weary, remain strong in the faith. God's Spirit never grows weak.
~Marie T. Morrison~

HUMILITY

Profound knowledge is good when used with humility, as it is a gift blessed by God.
~Marie T. Morrison~

ENCOURAGEMENT

Encouragement comes from God's hands; feel them resting upon your shoulders.
~Marie T. Morrison

ATROPHY

Keep the Spirit alive by always praying, practicing kindness, showing compassion, laughing, and exhibiting patience. Never will the mind, body or soul have time to atrophy!
~Marie T. Morrsiosn

NO MATTER THE THOUGHT

Happy thoughts. Sad thoughts. Angry ones, confused ones. God hears them all. He is there always, not only while in prayer.
~Marie T. Morrison~

MYSTIC LIGHT

The moon shining gives a casting line of light to show the way; God's Word is a lamp to follow and a light to lead us on the path. What beautiful ways to leave the darkness!
~Marie T. Morrison~

A NAME

Everything and everyone in life has a name. What a spectacular thought! It is a pleasant gesture to recognize all of God’s personal creations. It has us realize how special this world is.
~Marie T. Morrison~

HOPE

H old on, don’t let go.
O ffer prayers to God, asking for His blessings during the difficult times.
P ersevere, stay strong, remember you are never alone.
E ndure what is given to you, because yes, things do get better!
~Marie T. Morrison~

A STUMBLE

With every stumble comes a new power of endurance. The Lord is good to see how an opposite comes out of something else. We just have to look for it. Perhaps that is part of the freedom of choice he gives us.
~Marie T. Morrison~

IT GLOWS!

The flames glow inside, the white flakes glow outside. How the Spirit glows everywhere!
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE DAILY CHANGE

Daily, there is a change in us, including a spiritual change. As we mature, we grow in our faith, getting closer to God. We are more at comfort in His presence, feeling his grace. Share this new growth by living more in His ways, in actions, words and prayer. His Spirit will continue to light your soul, helping you as you flourish in your love for God from day to day.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GOD’S GIFTS

What are God’s gifts? They are the ones that make us burst into smile. They have us take a small leap of excitement, even while seated. They fill our hearts with a passion that is not describable. None is a task, but pure joy. As you share your gifts, others can feel your love, all filled with God’s Spirit and blessings. The passion never ends, nor do the blessings!
~Marie T. Morrison~

OUR OWN

God has for each of us our own special door. He cannot wait for us to open it and see what is inside for our unique gift. How excited he will be, as we take the gift and make it come alive, building upon it, year after year!
~Marie T. Morrison~

HOLDING IT

Take in a breath and hold it, to feel what life would be like without God. Exhale and enjoy the air sensing God’s grace. Praise Him for the gift of an astounding life, as we breathe in what surrounds us each of our days.
~Marie T. Morrison~

A SMILING VISION

Waiting in a medical room of filled with worry and tension, a baby and mother take a seat. The baby knows no fear, only innocence, giving a smile to each person surrounding him. Eyes sparkle as bright as the little one. Grins are shared with the baby and one another. Happiness replaces anxiety. The Spirit of God brought a skip to every step as names were called out. Only visions of that smile remained.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE SIGNATURE

Vivid oranges, reds and yellows, undertones of their lighter shades giving a blushing of awe. Though thoughts look back upon a juicy bowl of peaches, it is the breathless joy of autumn in my presence. God has signed his artwork in nature once again.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WILD CREATURES

Wildflowers are one of the wild creatures from God, bringing us joy and beauty in the most unexpected places.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CHOICE

Freedom of choice is one way we gain our wisdom. It is a time where we pray to God, seeking a wise decision in the actions we are to undertake. Relief is felt, knowing He is loves us, no matter what we choose.
~Marie T. Morrison~

INHALE

Inhale the brisk autumn air and all that it brings. Even the breeze has a different feeling. It will be gone quicker than we realize, so do enjoy this beautiful seasonal gift, filled with God’s Spirit, everywhere we turn!
~Marie T. Morrison~

SOAKING UP

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Soak up and absorb God’s love. Proceed to go out and sprinkle His joy wherever you go!
~Marie T. Morrison~

A MASTERPIECE

Picture the grand symphony, a blend of diverse instruments, yet creating music to touch the soul. Imagine the symphony as a diverse group of people, each doing something different, yet when blended together, create a masterpiece of harmony and tranquility. Acceptance, kindness, listening and believing can make this happen, deeply affecting the soul, something held inside each of God’s creatures.
~Marie T. Morrison~

A REPLACEMENT

Baggage gets heavy, as worries, gossip, anxiety and wrath weigh us down. Toss out the unnecessary load, replacing it with prayer. It is simple to hold, can be emotionally cared for by God and the Spirit is always there, to help grasp any of the burden.
~Marie T. Morrison~

HOLD IN YOUR POCKET

Hope is only a four letter word, but it carries enormous power. It is something we want to always hold in a pocket of our hearts.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE SIZE OF FAITH

If the words “I can’t do it” are expressed, recall that all the faith you need is the size of a mustard seed.
~Marie T. Morrison~

MY PATH

God gives us the free choice of which path we can take in life. It can become overwhelming, but prayer can help us decide. Taking the spiritual path is a wise one, as God will be there to follow us and be with us, as we take our journey through life.
~Marie T. Morrison~

SOME VERY CHOSEN SOULS

I spoke to a seven year old, her sparkling black eyes staring into mine as she listened. She was leaning into me as she faced me, two dark braids on each side of her rounded smiling face, her front teeth missing. I said God chose her soul to be with her Mommy and Daddy, adding that He also picked their souls together to get married. Gathering up on her knees upon the chair, she asked if God picked her mommy and daddy’s soul to be with each of her grandparents, then picked her grandparents souls to marry. Her shiny eyes pictured the generations back of souls God had chosen out of love, bringing her exquisite laughter and joy!
~Marie T. Morrison~

A PROUD EFFECT

What we do each day may seem minimal to us but can leave a maximum effect upon others. Pray about it, asking God to help make the right choice. He has given us free will. Let us make Him proud.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE SUN AND SON

It is both the sun and Son of God that shine directly upon us and make a precious impact upon our lives!
~Marie T. Morrison

SECONDS

Take a few seconds right now to thank God for this very day. Take another few seconds to thank him for your life. Take only a few more seconds to say thank you for what he has done for you. There. You have said a prayer in less than a minute, taking no time out of your day!
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT DO WE SEE

As we aim for our goal, we must not climb the mountain all at once, going straight for the top. We need to follow the switchbacks, slowly leading us to where we need to go, seeing what is along the path on our journey. Reaching our destination, we will be exhilarated, not exhausted, filled with new wisdom, ready to share what we have learned with many.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE OUTER COVERING

Human nature often has us judging someone by what we see. The blind look into an inner beauty of the individual, not caring about the outer covering. What wisdom. We are the ones with a handicap, creating our own obstacle, blocking what could be the best thing in the world from entering our lives.
~Marie T. Morrison~

AT THE MALL

I have lived in another time and place,
Now I think I must be in outer space!
There at the table sits a guy with purple hair,
My oh my, it is hard not to stare!s
There is the dad wearing the backwards cap,
Ignoring the daughter running around his lap.
He is sitting in one of those chairs that shake,
I want to say, “Look at her, for goodness sake!”
As the child now beats her hands to the floor,
All kinds of oddities are entering the store.
I wonder what is in that big backpack,
Let us hope she is not a kleptomaniac!
I believe I have seen enough for one day,
Where is the door, show me the way!

~Marie T. Morrison~


Entering the mall, I saw the purple hair, and my mind started spinning with this lyrical poem. I starting penning then and there. As I waited for my turn to get my new eye glasses a few minutes later, I finished up the poem. Never have I written something so quickly! MTM

REFLECTION ON 9-11

When I think of 9-11, I think of each person that died that day. I knew none of them, yet I felt I knew all of them. Each had a heart and soul. All had a love and a passion in life, for people, for special foods, for being in the outdoors, the arts, for being with the family. There was that special laugh, the gift of playing the flute, of fixing everything in the house. He was the peace maker, she could cook a lasagna like no one else. In one second, this was taken away, never to be replaced. All this person wanted to do was be all he or she could be with the life given. This is what we must remember on this day. Because this gift of life can no longer be with us, may we live all that we can be, in honor of them. Look up to the heavens and say, “I will live to my utmost. This is for you.”

TRUSTING

We may trust in some, finding out they are not the people we had hoped. Anger may come, but do not let it overpower you. Pray for their souls, that they will not harm others, and continue to believe in mankind.
~Marie T. Morrison~

MELTING ICE

Approach the quiet person in the room, the one believed to have an attitude. Give a friendly hello, offering a warm handshake. Watch the ice melt over the eyes. There never was an attitude, only someone wanting attention and love. It is quick to judge. It is just as quick to make a new friend.
~Marie T. Morrison~

NEVER GETTING FILLED

The soul gains wisdom, knowledge, love and strength each microsecond of the day. How magnificent it is, that no matter how much this embodiment absorbs, it never gets filled. Through eternity, the soul will hold our history, transcending down to the generations left behind. They will pick up this wisdom and love as they carry on a ritual used from the past, teach values they learned and live they faith as they were taught. New wisdom is gained, ready to be shared, never to be forgotten, in the generations to come.
~Marie T. Morrison~

LEARNING

I have learned to accept what is in front of me, not to fear and not to question. As I accept, I feel God in my spirit and soul, with Him taking care of me. I am no longer afraid, as He is in charge.
~Marie T. Morrison~

A WISE WAY

As I observe my own habits and patterns of behavior, I wonder if they have formed who I am or if they have formed me. Some I can change and others make up my spirit, in the way God created me. Striving to be my best will be a wise way to live my life.
~Marie T. Morrison~

OUTSIDE THAT DOOR

Leaving your saddened spirits outside the door is something good to do. Become a performer, switching to the positive while inside that room. It will brighten the spirits of everyone, including your own!
~Marie T. Morrison~

FEELING IT

I feel the Spirit filling my soul while amongst my brethren, in prayer, through music and in the marvels of nature. How blessed I am!
~Marie T. Morrison~

FORGIVE AND FORGET

It is not worth it to stay upset with a friend or brethren. Doing so drains the body and soul. Have the mind to forgive and forget, going on to enjoy the life God has given.
~Marie T. Morrison~

NURTURE THE DREAM

NURTURE THE DREAM
Dreaming keeps the imagination alive. Without it, part of the self would wilt away. Nurture it, just as one would the soul. It is part of who a person is. Never pack it away.
~Marie T. Morrison~

COLLECTIONS

COLLECTIONS
As a youth, I collected memories, not video games. If you know a young person, help them begin a memory collection.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE VERY ONE

THE VERY ONE
Never be too tired to say a hello to God. He may be the very one to add the needed 'pep' to your day!
~Marie T. Morrison~

I THINK SO

I THINK SO
I am often the little engine that says "I think I can,” never stopping, never giving up. No matter my hardship, I must remember it is an inconvenience, not a problem.
~Marie T. Morrison~

LETTING YOUR SPIRIT SOAR

LETTING YOUR SPIRIT SOAR
Do stay strong and assertive, in a good way. Stand up for what you believe in. How proud your heart, soul and mind will feel for doing so You can venture forth, feeling energetic, as you have taken a step forward in your life. Your Spirit is soaring with this achievement! God will always be there, helping you with each step you take, so keep being strong!
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT I TAKE WITH ME TO ETERNITY

WHAT I TAKE WITH ME TO ETERNITY
Material goods wear out in time. God, family, friends, love, kindness, happiness, caring, hugs, conversations, laughter & tears last through eternity.
~Marie T. Morrison

STIRRING IN THE HUMOR

STIRRING IN THE HUMOR
As a gust of negativity hits, do not let it take you down. Embrace it as a challenge. Stir in some positive attitude and a bit of humor. Invite God to join your spirit, and realize everything will be okay!
~Marie T. Morrison~

NOT TO WORRY

NOT TO WORRY
It is a bittersweet moment, as family members leave home to begin an independent school experience. They are ready to begin a new chapter in life, but it tough on the parents to let go. God will be there to guide them in their choice making and their Guardian Angels will be there to protect them. They will be in good hands.
~Marie T. Morrison~

BEING THERE

God gives us different rides in life. Things can be going smoothly, when an ungentle wave hits. No matter the journey, He is there, through every turn we take.
~Marie T. Morrison~

FREDDIE-A Cup of Spirituality

FREDDIE-A Cup of Spirituality
Let me tell you about someone I will call Freddie, meeting him when he was 17. I was his teacher, him being a loquacious young man, having thick, bright red hair and the face full of freckles to match, his bright blue eyes outlined by black glass frames. He was not too tall, around 5’6” and lanky, being quite the bicyclist. This was his mode of transportation, as well as his sport, also loving hiking and skiing.
Being able to read, spell, write and perform math functions were not easy for Freddie. Notice I did not say learning was difficult, as he was thirsty for knowledge. He wanted to know everything. He would come to class to tell me everything he had learned on the nature program the night before, what the science show was about and what he saw while out on the mountain bike rides. I would listen with intent and comment with excitement, but would then tell him I did have to work on the reading and writing assignments. He would understand, as he so wanted to do these on his own someday. I would create the work according to his interests, sparking new excitement in him, which of course, got him talking a mile a minute all over again. He wanted to know more history in that era and what else could I say in the geography lessons.
His parents had me over for dinner one night, at his request. He kept bringing things out of his bedroom for me to see. First, it was his skis, next his sketch pad, going through each page of fantastic drawings, him talking a mile a minute about why he drew what he did. In no time, I was surrounded by items on the floor and the coffee tables, he remaining passionate and his parents and I grinning as Freddie brought one more piece into the living room. What a fun evening that was!
At the end of the year, I told his parents I was not returning to the school, that I was going to do private tutoring out of my home. They said they would be following me. Freddie came to me every morning, arriving promptly at 8am on his bicycle, staying for three or four hours. The routine continued, of him telling me of what he had learned on his programs and bicycle rides after he left me, then we would dig into the subject matter.
My husband, children and I began to include him in some of our evening meals, where he would take care of the talking for all of us, silently smiling and nodding, as he would share whatever was in his head with us. Tom, my husband, thought that maybe we could get Freddie not to be quite as talkative if we began to show some of our slides with him after our dinners together. The plan was for Tom to teach Freddie about new mountains and wild flowers, but he was always one step ahead of us, having learned something else on a nature show to add to the conversation. Once in awhile, we did have to tell him that to listen just for a minute, so he tell his dad he saw a slide of a particular mountain. He loved to go on a trip with his dad, always a special treat for him, so listening for a moment did bring a new smile bright-eyed look to his freckled face. Seeing slide shows was not his cup of tea, but it became the ritual after every dinner. He loved the food and the company, so he put up with the slides, though there was the routine complaining during the set up.
One morning, Freddie showed up with a 400 page book he wanted the two of us to read together. How could I turn away such will and determination, though I knew his reading level was grade two? I put on my pot of tea and he began to read. In one hour, we had read four pages. He knew every bit of the subject matter in those four pages and I had no idea. The hour was the shortest ever for him and I had never known an hour could feel so long. This went on every, single morning, day after day, week after week, month after month. I kept a box of tissues by me, as my eyes and nose ran from the boredom, calmly helping him with each word, sipping my endless cup of tea. It was hard not to look at the clock. He would comment at how exciting it was getting, and I would excitedly say, “Boy, is it ever!,” not having any idea what was happening. It was not a book I would ever pick up on my own to read, so I was not reading ahead; my eyes would be watering even then. One week, Tom was home sick, hearing Freddie read from the other room. He spent that first hour smothering his head in pillows and heavy bed covers, but could still hear him reading. He could not wait to return to work. He never again questioned my job as a teacher and the amount of patience it requires.
In his third year with me, I told Freddie and his parents I thought it was time for him begin a job. All were horrified at the possibility of letting him loose like this. I told them that he must, that he had to learn to become independent. This is a hard concept for any parent, but especially if there are any challenges involved, as there were with Freddie. He and I went over to the grocery store, getting him hired as a bagger. He would arrive at my home every morning for lessons, mad about something that had happened the day before at work, and off we would go to smooth out with the manager whatever it was, the grocery store being just down the street. One morning, I was telling him to try extra hard to look at his bagging job with a positive attitude. He said back to me, “How would you like it if all day long, all you said was, ‘Paper or plastic?’ “
One Friday morning, Freddie showed up, though I knew he had taken off to do a three day hike with his dad and friends of his dad’s. He walked in, furious, because his dad said they would not leave until Freddie cleaned the bathroom and he did not want to clean it. It took some convincing, with me telling him how much his dad did love him and cleaning it would not take much time. I said to hurry up and do it so they could get on their way, about a five or six hour drive to the mountain peaks they were to climb. A bit more grumbling went on, then out the door he went, got on the bike and pedaled home, a six mile ride.
That Sunday evening, the doorbell rang, and there was Freddie. I was surprised to see him. I did not recall in that last minute conversation for him to report back to me at the return of the hike. Tom came to the door with me, both of us welcoming him with a cheerful voice, asking him what was up. With his head down, standing outside the screen door, one step down from us, he said, “My dad’s dead.”
We knew we must have heard wrong, opening the screen door to tell him to come inside. Stammering, we asked him, “What did you say? What?” He said it to us two more times, “My dad’s dead.” Putting him between us on the couch, catching our breath, we asked him what he meant. We did not really know what to say or ask, words not making sense coming from our lips. He said his dad and his friends were going across an edge to see something on the other side of the cliff. His dad told him not to try and walk across the narrow path, that he would be right back. He watched his dad slip on some rock and fall 1,000 feet, yelling as he fell.
As Freddie continued to say how he watched him fall, our phone rang, it being Freddie’s mother on the phone, asking if he was there. Apparently, the friends brought back Freddie and as soon as they got back in his driveway, he jumped out of the car and took off on his bicycle. It was completely unexpected. She was hoping it was our home where he went, relieved he was there. At the same time, she wanted to see her son, would he come home. We gave him the message. Tom said he could come for dinner the next night, he would fix Freddie’s favorite meal. Freddie said he would like that, adding, “Just don’t give me any slide shows.”
Two weeks later, Freddie’s mother called, to say she was re-writing the will. She asked if I could be put down as Freddie’s legal guardian if something ever happened to her. His younger sister was not old enough to take on such a responsibility. I told her it would be an honor.
A couple of years went by and Freddie continued to come to our home, almost daily, then after awhile, weekly. No longer were they for lessons, but just for visits. The visits began to be monthly. I told him we were moving to a new home, though would be in the same town. Tom asked me when I was going to tell him where we would be living. I said I did plan to tell him, but not just yet. To tell the truth, I needed a little break. I cared for him, but he was older now, his sister was older and his mom was still at the same home, where all three lived. I would wait until we got settled in the new home, I got used to my new job, then give a call to say where we were. Tom understood, thinking it was a wise decision.
Six weeks into living in our new home, the doorbell rang, and there was Freddie. I was astonished to see him and his bicycle at our door. Telling him to come on in and offering him a glass of water, I asked him how he knew where I lived. He said he had been looking for me since we had moved, going up and down every street, looking for my car in the driveway. It reminded me of the Bible passage, “Seek, and you shall find, and the door will be opened to you.”(Luke 11:9; Matt.7:7) Once again, his will and determination took him on the journey he wanted, this time him being my teacher.

Epilogue: His mother passed away over five years ago, from breast cancer and him no longer stopping by, so much older now. I got a phone call soon after from his sister, saying the will had me as her brother’s guardian, would I sign papers so she could be his guardian now. I had wondered, through the years, if the will had been changed, knowing she was now a woman. I did sign the papers. She said she had bought Freddie his own condo, on a different floor and across the patio from her, so she could watch him come and go. I was thrilled to know he was independent. They were planning to move to another state. Hopefully, he now has a job where he now gets to say more than, “Paper or plastic?”

AN UNKNOWN CROWD

AN UNKNOWN CROWD
Face an unknown crowd with confidence, as every person there is a close friend. Make eye contact with each person there, sharing a smile. Let one and all feel the same Spirit is shared, that there truly is a connection. Later, everyone will go home with a sense of belonging, not one soul left behind.
~Marie T. Morrison~

CLOUDS

CLOUDS
Clouds hold many shapes, from soft and dreamy to gloomy and rigid. Some are bright, holding great transcendence, drawing us toward them. Others are dark and stormy, leaving us fearful and frightened. They are much like life, changing from one moment to the next, unpredictable and awe-inspiring!
~Marie T. Morrison~

SATISFACTION

SATISFACTION
Our personal satisfaction cannot come from the amount of material goods we own. A strong foundation of faith, prayer, spirituality, respect for all things and a love for God, nature, oneself and our neighbor will bring true contentment to our lives.
~Marie T. Morrison~

PASSIONATELY

Let your passion come alive, giving it all you have. God has blessed you with this gift. The Spirit is living ‘passionately’ within your soul, urging you to share this offering with many, so all may be blessed. What a way to forward God’s love and blessings!
~Marie T. Morrison~

ERASING

ERASING
Pressing down hard on the pencil's eraser to clear the unpleasant memories of our past years will not work. Rather, turn the pencil over and mark the path of new wisdom gained from those memories.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THOSE YEARS APART

True friends, though apart for many years, can visit as if they left one another only five minutes ago. It is the Spirit at work, empowering us, seeing we never forget those important to us. Sharing and laughing with one another can enlighten and comfort the soul, long after the joyous and cozy chat, until they meet again.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT IS PERFECT

I observed something today about myself. I strive for perfection in everything that I do. Yet, I treasure the leaf with a hole in it, am there to make sure no one bullies the individual standing out in a crowd, and love helping the one needing extra teaching to learn the lesson. I do believe imperfection is perfect!
~Marie T. Morrison~

In The Morning

Struggling to get out of the bed in the morning, saying it would be nicer to just keep sleeping, remember six words, “I am alive God, thank you!” Place your feet on the floor and get ready to have a blessed day!
~Marie T. Morrison

IDOD:A Cup of Spirituality

IDOD:A Cup of Spirituality

I must share my last night’s dream with you. My husband Tom and I were sharing a little cabin with our two daughters in the small town of Chama, NM. The girls were younger than they are now, perhaps about the ages of nine and seven. Getting ready for bed, they called out from the back room they were ready to be tucked in for the night. I went in to find them all smiles and quite dressed up, wearing pretty jumpers and beaded headbands. Saying how pretty they looked, I asked if they were sure they wanted to have on what they did to sleep under the covers. They nodded happily, telling me yes, that was right. I silently wished otherwise, but I only smiled back and gave them my kisses goodnight.

No sooner had I returned to the front room than the front door opened. A gentleman, hair to his shoulders, rather balding and a mustache curling around his lips walked in, carrying a set of bongo drums. He had on a brown vest, a white, buttoned downed top with the shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a bolo tie and jeans. Right behind him came a dark haired, dark eyed fellow carrying a banjo, dressed in similar manner, followed by a third gentleman, holding a guitar. My husband had nodded off, not noticing the commotion, which is actually quite typical; he can sleep through anything. I asked them who they were and what they were doing in our cabin. They said it was Chama’s social night and this was the cabin where everyone met. They walked on to the back room to get the music ready, much to the delight of my daughters, jumping out of bed, since they were most appropriately dressed for the occasion. Though it was odd to have them walk in, it did seem most natural to have them there.

More musicians came, as did the people of the town, all most cordial, saying hello to me as they walked by. I noticed everyone wore a circular button, about 1 ½” in size, pinned on the left of their clothing, near the chest, with four capital letters posted on it, IDOD, written in blue or red, against a white background. Curious, I asked what the word meant. An elderly man, dressed in a western shirt, said, “You know, none of us know. We were asked to wear it all the time, so we do.” More chimed into the conversation saying that was right, that they were always trying to figure out what it meant, but no one had “gotten it yet.” I was not sure who it was that asked them to start wearing the pin, but I threw in my own guess, of saying “Maybe it stands for the ‘International Discovery Of’ something.” They looked at one another, saying, “Yeah, maybe so. But what could be that something?” I was as puzzled as they were, as the subject changed to other topics, such as the arts and crafts tables being set up right there in the front room, with my husband still sleeping away.

Standing to the side, leaning against a waist high built-in counter, I saw a boy, wearing a deep blue with red striped short-sleeved shirt, the IDOD pin, khaki shorts below the knees, high top tennis shoes with the tongues sticking out and the untied shoelaces. I asked him how old he was. As he slung his bangs out of his eyes, he quietly said he was 11. His mother appeared out of nowhere, her in a lime green sleeveless dress and IDOD pin, saying the two of them had been in a car accident that day, for him to show me his ace bandages, on his ankle and elbow, which he did. She was still unnerved by “that other driver,” showing me her bandages, talking away about what he had done as she left the room, her son following her to join the music.

At this point, I was startled awake. For several seconds, I could not figure out where I was, as my dream had been so real. After I grasped my surroundings, I wanted to see if I could go back to see what would happen next in this two room cabin. I got comfortable on my pillows, took a tug at the covers, and said to myself to go inside the door of dreams. At that, I suddenly smiled;IDOD.

~Marie T. Morrison~

AN AUDIENCE OF ONE

Thinking I was meeting with a younger group today, my audience had one man, in his mid-seventies, on oxygen. Not only that, but the meeting took place outside in the heat, with him in his car and me in my wheelchair, sitting in the church parking lot. What a great visit we had, talking and laughing as if there was not a care in the world. Sometimes, those meetings are just meant to be. As we both drove off, smiles on our faces, I said a prayer of thanks. My mournful mood needed that audience of one, he never knowing my frame of mind.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GETTING RID OF THE WEEDS

As hard as we try to get rid of the weeds in the garden, there always seems to be one or two that reappears. It wants to show who is in control. Continue to get rid of them, never letting them take over. As in life, goodness will take over those bad spots. God will be there, always backing you, as right choices are made.
~Marie T. Morrison~

NEVER LEAVES

A new day brings a fresh breath of air from the Spirit. Inhaling it can bring new hope, aromatic pleasures, a strong faith and a desire to welcome God’s love into our hearts. Whether it be whole, shattered or fractured, His love never leaves this soul spark of life.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE TWO OF US

I began my silent day by turning on the news. What sensationalism was on! In less than ten minutes, I had turned off the chatter, enjoying the sensation of silence instead. This is what touches me more, what personally affects my mind, body and soul. It is how I can get the my thoughts unscrambled, leaving visions of a vast, spiritual, sea, an endless grassland or a majestic mountaintop silhouetted in shades of blue. It turns my reflections to God and prayer, a time for the two of us, becoming at peace.
~Marie T. Morrison~

A DIFFERENT REQUEST TODAY

I am writing a different request today. Close friends lost their 20 year old son Friday night, a suicide, found in his bedroom, sitting on the floor, a cord between his neck and the doornob. There were no warning signs. We feel we know those closest to us, but there is still that one hidden pocket we don't know about. Give extra hugs to those surrounding you today, utter the words, "I love you." Take them out to lunch. Hold their hands. Look into their eyes as they speak and you speak. Admire something important to them even though it may not be important to you.

If you know a family losing someone, sit down and write out a memory to mail off to them, letting them be buried in treasured memories, looking back upon them during the rough road ahead. Pray for those you love. Ask God to let them feel His blessings, as it can be a time to question them, though you and I know He is there to provide comfort and care. Pray they will feel God's peace and His grace as they move from hour to hour and day to day in all of the months ahead. This is a devout family, yet even the most devout can fall apart and ask how come.

For all of this, I thank you, and may God Bless You with his everlasting peace.

~Marie T. Morrison~

THE PUZZLE

I do get puzzled by what I am given at times. Do not mix this up with anger, as they are not the same. A puzzle provides a challenge, anger provides trouble and stress. A challenge is worthy, anger is not. Continue to welcome puzzles in life, while turning away any kind of anxiety.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE RIGHT TIME

While helping someone in a positive way, with an excited response seen in return, it was not taken that way by one individual. Rather than taking it personally, I read it as not understanding the moment. I pray instead that the other will learn why it is important to teach a lesson at the here and now, not at a later time. Do not ever give up in what you and God believe is right.
~Marie T. Morrison~

TRYING

I misread what was in front of me, seeing “I am trying not to get tired,” instead of what it actually said, “I am trying not to get fired.” It made me smile, as I knew it was a message sent to me, telling me that to go ahead and keep going, to not let the idea of ‘tired’ get in the way. I know I will not be left alone as I move forward!
~Marie T. Morrison

SAYING IT WRONG

In my younger days, I would join a group of about eight friends every weekend for a cross country skiing experience. I loved being out there, conversing with God as I trekked up the mountainside, feeling the crisp air of 10,000+ feet, being buried deep among the trees, seeing the elite touch of each needle blanketed in snow, keeping snuggly warm, as I made my own path in the woods. I would be telling God how happy I was, what great friends I was with, thanking Him for this opportunity to be placed in such a “mighty fine” place. Where I had originally hated the cold, snowy season, not looking forward to driving the icy roads, I had become in love with this time of year, once I was introduced to cross country skiing. I was now in my own haven, loving the snow. Still a child at heart, I would scoop up a hand full of fresh fallen snow once in awhile, eating my snow cone, the flavor of nature, as melting snowflakes dribbled from my lips.
Though I would have my constant good-humored conversations with God as I climbed upwards toward the summit, expressing to Him how this coming week I would really try to stop a certain bad habit or withhold a conversation about a fellow co-worker, I would also be telling Him my big wish for the day. I would always making it to the summit just fine, but when it was time to ski down the mountainside I just climbed, I would fall down within seconds of starting my descent. I would not just fall once or twice, I would fall the whole way down. My fellow skier friends would zoom by, calling out to make sure I was doing okay, just being a split second blur before they were far below me. By now, they knew my routine of being on the ground more than on two feet, so they need not show concern, going on to enjoy the purpose of the sport, to ski through the woods, having their own moment of exhilaration. My wish, I told God once again, was wanting to go down this hill while observing it in an upright position. I continued, telling Him I did not know how much longer this group would include me on these weekend outings, as they had to wait at least 30 minutes for me to reach the starting point of our trip. Though they were kind, patience can grow thin, especially when the sun begins to set and the temperature drops several degrees. I would slowly drag in cold and wet, with the snow melting on my wool pants as I tumbled from one point of fall to the next.
I must say, I never would give up, no matter my number of falls or how wet and cold I became. At times, even my eyelashes had ice frozen onto them, the loose, soft and silent powder snow falling onto my face as I took my spill. What did change on my mind on that particular day happened after God talked to me about my wish. He told me that He would be with me, that I was approaching this whole thing wrong. I always started my descent by saying, “I am going to fall,” instead of saying, “Okay, God, let’s do this together!”
I could not wait to start the trip down, keeping quiet my new plan as we all ate our sack lunches. We packed up our thermos’ of tea and put away our meal wrappings into our backpacks. Skis were clipped on, hats and mittens were adjusted. We grinned at one another and said we would see one another soon. I motioned for the others to go before me, as I called out for them to have a good run. It gave me time to have one last talk with God, excitedly saying we were in this downward ride together. Giving my ski poles a push, off I went, saying, “Here we go, God!”
I did not fall. I remained upright! I was moving! I was gaining speed! God and I were laughing together! We were both calling out “We did it!” I was calling out to Him, “Look at me, God! Look at me! We are skiing! I’m not falling!” He responded, “No, because we are in this together!” The wind was cold, brisk and invigorating as it slapped against my cheeks. I became the blur as I passed one skier after another. They were bursting into laughter as I zoomed by them, as was I. The quiet forest now echoed with screams of happiness from everyone. All along, God and I were laughing together. He was saying to me, “See, I told you! All you had to do was tell me to be with you. Now look at you!”
As I flew into home base, being the second one to arrive, the friend in the group always arriving first , known by his speed, could not believe his eyes. I will never forget the look on his face, though it has been nearly 30 years. It was precious. His amazed eyes and jaw dropping low will be forever remembered. This loquacious friend could not utter a word! As others came in after me, they were still laughing, calling out to me in praise, asking me how I made such a turnaround.
I could only grin, silently praising God. What a lesson He taught me. It is one I have continued to share with others. Do not say, “Dear God, Let me do well,” rather, “Dear God, Let us do this together.” Since then, we have shared many more experiences together. What an astounding journey we have had!
~Marie T. Morrison~
7-10-11

THE PLANNED PLAN

Having a plan is great, but greater is when a fever of excitement changes everything. This is what makes life thrilling. Having that ‘gust of the Holy Spirit,” enter the scene will give cause for a new passion to turn the page, an urging to venture forth to test new waters, and an eagerness to leave the old plan behind, never look back.
~Marie T. Morrison~

SNOWFLAKES

Each snowflake is different, just as God’s children are. Each soul is unique, to be placed with one mate, one family, to grow together, within the same Spirit. As snowflakes create a wondrous scene, so do families. The snow continues to fall as families continue from one generation to the next. Though alike, each contribute enough individuality to make the world be special, in an oh, so beautiful way.
~Marie T. Morrison~

READY FOR BATTLE

I like to face any challenge with great optimism. Having God within me at all times, I am ready for combat. As I accomplish a battle, I smile, knowing that a positive attitude and the Holy Spirit always go hand in hand!
~Marie T. Morrison~

SENDING A NEW MESSAGE

It is good to look at something in a whole new way, something we have seen in front of our eyes for many a year. God’s grace is behind our thoughts, shedding new light, a glow that may grow dim at times, but will never go out. It will be reignited with a fresh glow, when we once again receive His message in a different light.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT IS NEXT

Hearing laughter in the next room, seeing the six pound dog drag a king size sheet off of the clean laundry, spreading it out across the room, getting a beautiful message from a young friend and completing something I thought would not get done show me what life is all about. Just the little things can give us a big boost to want to wake up to another day, ready for the Spirit’s flame to excite us for what will be next, ready to expect the unexpected.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GIFTS OF COURAGE

All it takes to have courage is a prayer to the Holy Spirit, to remind the self that yes, indeed, one has power, strength, faith, love and self-control, gifts bestowed upon us, ready to be used when needed! ~Marie T. Morrison~

A SWEET SUMMER DAY

In the heat of summer, and the body is dragging, nothing looks more delightful than seeing children selling lemonade on the street corner, just as in days gone by. My smile is as big as theirs, as they hold up their homemade signs, calling out to buy a cold cup of the refreshing drink. I hand them my quarters and drive away, sipping the sweet taste of sugar and lemons, my spirit and soul renewed, thanking God for these precious children, all on a summer’s day. ~Marie T. Morrison~

MEMORIES

Though life does not last forever, memories do. Share those memories with each generation. Stories can be told, photographs viewed, letters read, journals expressed, all while the gathering of friends and family bring bread to the table. Feel God’s presence as the memories are shared. He was always there, bringing life into each breath of laughter and every tear shed, no matter the number of years it may be. ~Marie T. Morrison~

FINDING WISDOM

HOW DO I FIND WISDOM?
Wisdom does not always come from our elders. It can be learned from an innocent toddler, a teenager hungry for knowledge, a peer explaining what is understood from a given image or from one’s own experience. Important to remember is the living Spirit living within those surrounding us, each carrying a tiny piece of wisdom, unique as a snowflake and as fresh, crisp and beautiful, landing upon us, to implant a distinguished memory.
~Marie T. Morrison~

MAKING ROOM

Instead of having a worry consume us, make room for prayer take over. It will bring much more nourishment to the body, allowing God to help carry our burdens, warm our soul with His Spirit and provide for the Lord’s strength to nurture us to withstand whatever is given to us. ~Marie T. Morrison~

TAKING AHOLD OF THE ROOTS

While out for a walk, notice the flower having the strongest roots. Notice how bold and solid it is, planted deep into the earth’s soil. Admire it, reflect upon it, thinking how you can build the same, strong roots upon something worthwhile in your life. As the flower has taken hold, take hold of that important piece in your life, not straying from your path. Listen to the wisdom of God, as He separates the healthy roots from the weak ones. The healthy ones will give the life we want to reach for personal spiritual fulfillment. Once this is accomplished, we become accessible to others, so they may plant their dreams, making deep-rooted memories along their personal paths. The cycle continues, providing the best for all of those wanting to take root of their dreams, wanting a vine to grow, spreading their joy to everyone. Cuttings from the vine will keep the bold, strong,roots growing in all the generations to come. ~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT IS LEFT?

If someone is not ready to make peace with me, what could I pray for? I can only pray for their peace.
~Marie T. Morrison~

A ROUGH DAY

Making a moral decision does not always come with a sigh of relief. It may make others unhappy, even cause the loss of a friendship. Obstacles can temporarily get in the way of accomplishing the selected choice, but staying fast and true to the self is what counts. It is something that will become teachable to the children and grandchildren in the years to come, showing how one did make it over the tough times, never losing a sense of dignity. It is a time to hold the head up high, always having God’s faith to carry His loving child through another rough day. ~Marie T. Morrison~

CHANGE THAT MOOD

I frequent a public facility where the employees are unhappy while interacting with the public. My personal goal is to make them smile before they leave my presence. It only takes a few seconds, to recognize them as people, not as a number. Feeling the Holy Spirit within, it makes my task a pleasant one. They are my brethren, my neighbor, whom I should love. We should not take moods personally; instead, see how we can change that mood!
~Marie T. Morrison~

READY TO MOVE ON

After falling off a bicycle or a horse, we learn we have to get back on and go for another ride, to build up our confidence. This also holds true after a conflict with a co-worker, friend, classmate or acquaintance. Instead of avoidance, we need to just meet the person in the eye with a smile and a friendly greeting, instead of avoidance, ready to move on in the spiritual journey of life, . ~Marie T. Morrison~

THE OPPOSITES

Falling into the negative happens faster than a minute. The second this emotion or thought befalls, turn to prayer for the more positive emotion. Anger vs. calmness, bitterness vs. sweetness, hate vs. love, despair vs. hope, helplessness vs. faith, emptiness vs. fulfillment Make it a habit to switch the darkness into light. Have conversations with God, seeing how often and how fast you can make the change. Soon you will be smiling as you walk down the street, people wanting in on what secret you have to carry the glow that you do.
~Marie T. Morrison~

AN UNEXPEDTED LEADER

What some people see as completely accepting and behavior we may see in a different light. It takes a mighty strong will to not speak out, as it is inappropriate to do so in some instances. It is a time for us to practice the virtue of silence, to face challenges bestowed upon us, to understand how things cannot always go our way, and to keep our egos in sync. We may disagree throughout our time while this other person leads a group, but it is something we can add to our list of experiences, of how we made it through this especially hard time. We can smile at the end, and say what our neighbor has taught me, ‘Now you have a story to tell.” What a wonderful piece of wise advice! ~Marie T. Morrison~

GOSH, WHICH PATH SHOULD I TAKE

Going off the straight and narrow path makes one dizzy. Roads wtih many twists & turns will require prayer and asking God to help us see the way back. The road may be rocky at times, but it doesn't mean we give up, as God is there to pull us up, to move on. It might be the hardest path we have ever taken. At the end, we will have learned widsom, maturity beyond our years and experiences we had never dreamed up. Our character has blossomed into a beautiful flower, one with a strong root, not ready to wither, ready to withold its beauty, because it has been through everything!

Go out for a walk this week and find that flower. See how solid it is planted into the earth. Admire it, reflect upon it, decide how you will begin to lead your life, holding strong to your roots, not straying far from your path, always listening to the teachings of God, . ~Marie T. Morrison~

A PICNIC

A PICNIC
Find a special spot to call your own today. Lay out a cloth on this spot. Place a few of your favorite items on it: A photo, a candle, your journal, a prayer book, your Bible,, maybe pens, pencils and paper. Fix your special beverage. Play music to reach your soul. Now it is time to begin your spiritual picnic. Only good and happy times can happen during your picnic, as you drift into a world of calm, feeling stress-free, having the time to converse and listen to God. As the picnic ends, promise God you will hold another picnic soon, understanding how important it is to always spread out the cloth, to break bread with him, is so many different ways. ~Marie T. Morrison~

ON FIRE WITH JOY!

Feel the flame of the Holy Spirit heat up your mind, body and soul, refreshing your life, moving your spirit to live out God's joy each day! ~Marie T. Morrison~

WATER BLESSINGS

While out watering our beautiful, blessed garden the other day, I once again realized just how wonderful water is. Here I am, sprinkling water on all the colors of our garden, while the water itself made its own rainbow of colors. The water was vibrant, letting everything be showered with new life. Yes, new life, as the moisture let everything revive from the baking heat into being strong once again.
My thoughts drifted as I continued to bring my thirsty plants back to life. I began to think of the vast amounts of water our world has. The beautiful ocean is such a spiritual entity for me. Though I seldom have the chance to visit the sea, I love to sit by its edge, imagining all the life it holds,. From where I contemplated with my thoughts about this, I knew I couldn’t actually see all what the magnificent waters held. But I believed, not seeing. I smiled, visualizing activity under the blue-green waters. There would be those rainbows of colors, supplied by God, making each living plant and animal dependent upon one another.
As the days passed, I have still continued to think about what water does for us. It brings my own self back to life when I thirst, and gives me tremendous strength as I feel the sensations of it as I do my daily workout at the pool. I can’t stay away from it. I want to continue to feel the soothing effects it provides me as I glide from one place to another in the water. My smile comes back, as I thank God for giving me the privilege to feel the water upon me, both internally and externally.
While moving in the water, praying and meditating my thoughts to God, I am reminded how my life began with water. I received the baptismal water, which created its own beautiful rainbow of new life for me. I was blessed in the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. What joys opened up for me, to know the strength to carry me in my faith and my life began at that very moment. The Holy Spirit resided within me, and through God, Jesus was always there to protect me, to carry me and walk beside me. The world was not black and white anymore, but filled with every color of the rainbow, as I was surrounded with love.
The water is pure and clear. It is silent as it gives life to the gardens, to life in the seas and to my own life. Yet, what a loud resonance it makes, giving all in our world the life God provides for us.

(I have published this before, but my audience was little then, so am publishing it again.)

AN EXTRA DOSE

If our mood becomes especially temperamental, it may be a good day to ask the Holy Spirit to dish us an extra dose of patience. It is a time for a challenge, proving to God we can live by His standards. Ruining another’s day because of one’s personal anger is unfair. We are human, but making mistakes to hurt others is never a good idea.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT IS SET

Try as we might to want people to care at the level we do, it is not going to work. It does not matter how much effort is put into this task , it just will not happen. It is time for us to make our own changes, that of accepting others are set in their ways, as we are set in ours. To release this stress from our minds, knowing how they give, or not give, in the ways acceptable to them, should give us a state of freedom. We are not to be one another’s judge, as that is left to God. We can only to our best, not beyond that, always keeping in mind, that we must at all times, also nurture our own bodies and souls. ~Marie T. Morrison

IT IS ONLY AN IDEA

Having an idea can lead to something great, only if we act upon it. Feel God’s inner strength within yours, ready to begin this new journey. The idea may seem small in your mind, but what a complete turnaround it can bring to many lives. Say a prayer to the Holy Spirit and proceed to take action, reaching out to those benefitting most by what has lit up in your mind. That little glow in your head will now bring a brilliant blaze of difference, to more than you will ever know. Hear God’s Words telling you, “Go for it!” A fountain of thankful blessings will continue to flow, because you did step forward!

~Marie T. Morrison~

A DELICIOUS MEMORY

Think of a memory today. Will it be of your first day of school? The day you finished school? They day you got your first job? Make the memory a pleasant one, something to make you smile. The day God first spoke to you, the day you first realized just how wonderful the world is. I remember how exciting it was when a deaf child was communicating to me, her grin, her stomping her feet and her hands slapping on the desk, as she showed me the picture of the cross she drew. It was my first time for me to to be among a group of deaf children, all of them stomping and slapping on the desks, grinning, to let me know the Spirit was among them. For me to think that deaf children were silent was such a myth. Oh, what a delicious memory! It is one I will never forget! What is yours? May God be with you, and with that memory, throughout your day!
With love,
~Marie T. Morrison~

FINDING THE CALM

Patience is a never-ending practice, taking tremendous perseverance. What works in one instance may not work for another. What we tolerate in friends is different for family members. Tongues can be sharper, according to the circumstance. God keeps us on our toes, giving us daily challenges, even testing our own skills at completing a given task. Remember the Spirit dwelling within, finding the calm, to keep us at peace.
~Marie T. Morrison~

JUST THE FACTS, MA'AM

Rushing on a judgment may be the cause of wrong information. Think about it. Pray on it. Talk about it with those knowing the facts. It releases a world of stress. Bless those helping in the right decision-making. Thank God for being there, once again.
~Marie T. Morrison~

MAKING A SWITCH

Switching our priorities may not be our preference, but it can mean a world of difference, as we lend our ear or hand to a fellow brethren. In the end, what we had planned really will not matter. What does count is that another heart was comforted.
~Marie T. Morrison~

NOT AS WE SEE IT

A person not smiling is wishing for someone to smile first, going through bad times. Saying hi to the quiet person passing by, looking straight ahead, may be just what the person has been secretly hoping. Not judging a person’s dreadful mood, responding with kindness, could alter one’s day for the better. You never know how much that one smile can enlighten one’s life, all in the grace of God.
~Marie T. Morrison~

FORGIVENESS

F ree yourself, as the past cannot be changed.
O nce you let go, inhale a breath of fresh air, and the healing begins.
R oll over the stone and have a new attitude.
G o forward, bringing new hope.
I gnite an optimistic light, showing a new path of faith.
V alues buried through anger can now resurface,
E ncouraging others not to lose one’s identity in the darkness.
N ever hold onto the anger.
E xtinguish it.
S avor the pleasurable moments in life,
S piritually, God will walk with you, every step of the way.

~Marie T. Morrison~

PERFECTION

Perfection is in the eye of the beholder. To a toddler, having one more building block added to the tower brings the joy of completion. In a school-aged child, crossing the bars without falling off is a sign of success. A teenager lets out the sigh of relief after presenting a flawless speech in front of his peers. The disabled have grins of sheer exhilaration as they achieve a goal seemed impossible only months before. A parent only sees perfection in the accomplishments of a child, or while in meeting one’s own life-long goals. Perfection does not mean impeccably correct. Instead, it is giving 100% to the task, being proud of the final product, and gaining wisdom during the process. Praying to God, the absolute perfect one, will always be there to help us get through any hurdles along the way.
~Marie T. Morrison~

AS ONE

What can bring about togetherness? A friendship can. Laughter can. Love can bring one or more together. Marriage does. Gathering for a funeral does, to share tears and memories. Writing a letter to tell a story or recall a treasured moment are lovely moments of togetherness. Above all, having hope, having faith, never giving up and praying to God brings everyone together, no matter where they are in the world, no matter the religion, the disability, the level of wealth. We are one, all seeking the same thing. Together.
~Marie T. Morrison~

AN UNEXPECTED DAY

My day is now done. My calendar had shown it would be a routine day, only having one appointment. I would have time to get caught up my mundane activities. God had other plans for me. Just as I finished my appointment, I received a call, to please, with every effort, immediately attend a high school graduation, in place of someone unable to come. Dressed in attire more for a sports event, I said I would go, though rugged sidewalks and wheelchairs do not make an easy task to reach the place of venue. Without too much struggle, I arrived shortly after the start of the ceremony, I had a lovely time, the graduate came up to me immediately after leaving the stage, so thrilled I had come. As for me, I was given the honor to see one senior after another perform during the ceremony, displaying their various talents to the audience.. To watch a ceremony about the seniors, for the seniors and by the seniors made it a day they will always treasure and remember. I am pleased I went, putting my needs aside, to see how giving a little can bring more happiness than we will ever know. Mundane tasks will always be there. Making treasured memories can be over in a split second. Don’t ever turn down a moment to be part of them.
~Marie T. Morrison~

MY GUEST

I felt
a touch of breeze
as I sat
on my cushioned bench
in my heavenly garden,
filled with every shade
of green, purple, orange,
yellow, pink and white.
The light wind
carried with it
savory scents,
all so delicate,
yet rich enough
to fill a kingdom.


As I smiled,
Inhaling the luscious fragrances,
there was
a second touch of breeze,
lightly brushing my cheeks.
I knew I had company,
the Holy Spirit joining me.
Using the most delicate
of artistry,
my guest filled me
with many blessings,
before gently moving on.

~Marie T. Morrison~

WEAKNESS vs STRENGTH

Admitting a weakness is great, as it is then one can call upon another’s strength, making a terrific team. Instead of working against one another, it is working with each other, making one powerful pair. Behind the scenes is the power of the Holy Spirit, forming a strong community of one, showing how we depend on one another to truly survive in our world.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT IF

Expressing “what if” about a past mistake will sadly not alter what has happened. However, we can take the experience and say, “Next time, this is what I will do.” Wisdom, through the power of the Holy Spirit, will provide us with the knowledge of what do, giving the joy to move forward, always with another experience awaiting us.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE HEAVY BACKPACK

THE HEAVY BACKPACK
The weight on our shoulders can get become heavy. The more problems we place in those packs on our backs, we feel the weight of the strain we are having. Forgotten is to place the Holy Spirit into the picture, ready to relieve us from the tension. Once we let go, turning to God in prayer, our shoulders rise, eased from our burdens. Our strength can return, making us much more worthwhile to everyone, including ourselves.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE HAND SELECTED SOUL

As the time comes for a mother and father, to begin a family of their own, God chooses a tiny soul to join them . Through prayer, guidance and love, and the parents working as a unit, the spirit will nurture within the soul, bringing forth a character with natural gifts, to be shared with many. God’s creation is ready to meet the world, with the soul, the very foundation of his well-being, remaining intact, until God reaches for it, ready for this momentous piece of life to now join Him in His Kingdom.
Marie t. Morrison~

HOLDING OUR HANDS

We lift our hands to rejoice In God. They are raised in a sign of victory! We use them in a handshake to greet one another a hello or a good-bye. We take the hands of those around us to say “Peace of Christ be with You,” Uniting in Spirit, we help to hold the key to our community, holding God’s hands between ours, making our township a better place to live.
!Marie T. Morrison~

NOURISHMENT

We are the ones to decide how strong we want to be, God giving us free will. If we choose to say we cannot take one more step forward, we will become dormant, no longer being nourished. However, if we feed ourselves with prayer, good attitudes, laughter and be involved with the communities in our lives, we will nourished in the Spirit, and be strengthened physically, emotionally, mentally, intellectually and spiritually.
~Marie T. Morrison!

A BRUSH OF THE CHEEK

A BRUSH OF THE CHEEK
A touch of breeze may lightly brush your cheek. Smile, knowing it is a visit from the Holy Spirit, leaving you with an stroke of blessings, before it gently moves on.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THERE ARE THOSE DAYS

There are times where we feel drained, wondering when our exhaustion will leave and the energy return. All it takes is to hear an unfortunate story about another’s life to realize our own is actually pretty good. The positive attitude quickly rallies and God’s Spirit of Life is once again awakened, eager to remind us to pray for everyone, no matter the size of struggle they are facing.
~Marie T. Morrison~

BEING WISE

Treasured wisdom comes from years of experience. It consists of the many mistakes made in life, the numerous positive and happy moments shared with friends and family, by what we should or should not have said to or about others, or crying later, about ‘if only’ we had visited that one ill friend before he or she died. With a prayer to ask for forgiveness, saying what we will do ‘next time,’ we will use our new wisdom to do experience life in a better way.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CARDS IN THE MAIL

Being the recipient of mailed cards, two days in a row, from a person thanking me for the little things I’ve said and wishing me well, left me with such smiles on my face. What a pleasant surprise, to receive handwritten notes among the mundane bills. Now, I in turn, plan to pass on these pleasantries to others, making their days become nicer ones, as they reach into their mailboxes. Blessings can arrive in the tiniest of ways
~Marie T. Morrison~

Resplendent Wings

Asleep and very ill,
I was awakened
by an
angelic vision
standing there,
to the
left of my bedside.

She had
a
face of porcelain,
her cheeks
casting a shade of rosy pink,
her loving dark brown eyes
looked over to me,
only a thin,
but gentle,
smile on her face.

Her
light brown hair,
with rays
of gold shining through it,
page-boy style,
reached to her shoulders,
where it met
with her
long pale
green gown,
flowing outwards,
barely touching the floor.

My special angel
did not
stand much taller
than my
bed rails,
but her wings
were of pure
resplendence.
One wing alone
was much
wider and taller
than two,
depicted in
any
piece of art.

I was
in
breathless awe
as I stared
at their
heavenly and glorious transcendence.
In
multiple layers,
there were
fleeting plumes
of
fluffy
white feathers,
curving outwards,
oh,
of such brilliance!

As I remained
in my silent state,
unable to speak
because of
the majestic glory
standing by me,
she reached out toward me.
Her long bell-shaped sleeves
of the pale-green gown
touched by
arms
as
she took
my hands
into hers.
In a
tender, calming
voice,
she said to me,
“I have come to take you home.”

This,
I was not expecting.
Tears filled my eyes,
and
in a weeping voice,
I replied,
“Please, let me stay.
I’m not yet ready to go.”
With one final look at me,
having the gentle, thin smile,
and her loving dark brown eyes,
she faded from my sight.

My time
here is
God’s time.
He has
blessed me,
so I will treasure
His gift.
When He
wants me
to go home,
I know
a
special angel
will come
to
take me there.

~Marie T. Morrison~

LAUGHING TIMES

Visiting and laughing with those surrounding us, having no limit on the time together, can do wonders for the spirit and soul. A silent prayer to God will have the angels of heaven join in song, their crystal clear voices seen through the sparkling gems in the dark of night, each star holding a beautiful memory.
~Marie T. Morrison~

SPLENDORS OF DISCOVERY

The magnitude of our God-given lives goes far beyond our perceptions. We do recognize that the sky has billions of stars, the beauty in the sunrises and the serenity of colors in sunsets. We admire God’s creations in the quickness of hummingbirds and at the grandeur of waterfalls. Each day, we alone discover something new God has provided. Not any of us will ever find all He has blessed the earth with during our time here. Valuing every minute of the day will allow for continual new splendors, brought to us by our ever-loving God.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WRITING IT DOWN

I look down my list, to see who it is I am praying for. What comfort it brings, to pick up the phone, to say I am still thinking of your loved one, how are you and the family doing. It may be a friend of a friend; it does not matter, I have it marked what the connection is, to ask the appropriate question. To show true concern brings such delight. It is living in the image of God, to care for others.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GETTING THROUGH THE MAZE

GETTING THROUGH THE MAZE
No matter the labyrinth of troubles, God is there, guiding one through the mazes of life. His mighty Spirit helps to bear the exhausting weight, making the load lighter. What a relief this should bring while conversing to God, thanking Him for being there amongst the storm, no matter how turbulent it gets.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT MAKES THE BEAT

Our heart does not beat alone, as God’s heart also beats within us, His Spirit always there. Joining the pulse of life is faith itself, the heart of our existence. The sensation of feeling blessed never goes away, always being thankful for the beautiful moments to enjoy among God’s glory.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE CONSCIENCE AND A HEALTHY LIFE

Filling the conscience with good thoughts instead of what is cumbersome is much less stressful on one. It is a way to nurture the mind, part of God’s Spirit working within each of us. Once nourished, all of the body is empowered. A new strength is felt, God’s wisdom taking over any negativity, ready to move on to a healthy life.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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LISTEN, CONVERSE

LISTEN,CONVERSE
While teaching a child recently about God, she would often express, “Really? I didn’t know that!” She was darling, black braids falling in front of her shoulders, grinning big, a front tooth missing in her smile. Seated at first, she was soon standing beside me, anxious to share with me how to apply what she learned to something today. Just as the Lord planned, we learned from one another. Teach, converse, listen, converse. What a way for our faith to grow!

FADING DREAMS

When you can get everything you want, there is nothing left for dreams. If there is nothing left for dreams, prayers begin to fade. Once they fade, so does the image of God. I would rather hold onto my dreams.
~Marie T. Morrison~

JOY AMONG SORROW

Through the turmoil, having humor can bring such a breath of fresh air. A new friend can bring just the laughter needed, as well as a relative or a friend of many years. It might even be the action of a loved one, now passed, that brings the joy among the sorrow. As always, it is God, bringing his lightness among the darkness, never ceasing to show us how opposing forces work as one.
~Marie T. Morrison~

AT THE AGE OF THREE

I remember what I was wearing at the age of three when I met my first friend, 54 years ago. Others have similar memories, of what they were wearing when. Now, it is time to remember what others were wearing as devastation hit, leaving them homeless, they themselves losing those they loved. We thank God for what we have, asking Him to give extra protection and grace to those having so much less.
~Marie T. Morrison~

BURNING SHOULDERS

While in prayer, asking God to help all teens and all the burdens they carry, my shoulders suddenly felt afire. I knew it was God telling me He was there, His Spirit helping me carry my concerns. I relaxed and smiled, my own shoulders now feeling lighter.
~Marie T. Morrison~

GOD'S HEARTBEAT

GOD’S HEARBEAT
Observing others that are dirty and homeless, filthy rich or just the regular ol’ guy next door, we remain as One Body. Let us heed how we are alike, sharing the same Spirit, holding God’s heartbeat within us. Pray that all be raised by Him, not only a few.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WANTING A RIDE

WANTING A RIDE
In my journal are memories of Brian, age three. Running over to me in the Church foyer, he jumped into my lap as I sat in my wheelchair, as if it was the most natural thing to do. He wanted a ride, and I was pleased grant his wish. Now, he is five, his sister three. We continue to visit Jesus on the cross every Sunday, and have learned that He is in the cloth, not in the clock, his first perception. We pray for Jesus, as well as pray to Him, something he taught me. We know that Jesus suffered, having 'ya yas.' Just this moment it occurred to me two children of innocence have never asked me why I am in a chair. They only love the “Ride of Jesus!”
~Marie T. Morrison~

REJOICING

REJOICING
As we waited for brunch to be served, we happily conversed. The waiter appeared at our table, saying , "Okay! I guess that will be it then!" I cheerfully told her our food hadn't even been served! Oh what a gasp she let out! It was served in less than a minute! The Easter Spirit is about rejoicing. We were rejoicing in spending time together as a family, the server must have silently rejoiced when we told her nicely we didn't get our order, and we certainly rejoiced at the reduced bill at the meal. We also rejoiced at the fine Church service before brunch, leaving us in high spirits, preparing us for the Easter season!
~Marie T. Morrison~

Tomorrow's Worries

We have pleasant memories of yesterday. Thinking of tomorrow will give us nice dreams. Living right now, however, is what God wants most. We cannot change the past, nor can we foresee the happenings of what the future unfolds. Trying to do so, we will overlook what is important to us at the here and now, something that cannot be re-lived . Let us focus on the Blessings given us to us daily, not being concerned about tomorrows worries.
~Marie T. Morrison~

FINDING THE STRENGTH

If it is ever lost, strength does return, second by second, progressing to minute by minute of persistence. With God’s help, the diligence turns into hours of determination and will. The perseverance turns into days of exhilaration. By sharing the power of His Spirit, God’s will, and ours, has brought us back to life!
~Marie T. Morrison~

COPING WELL

Today, someone commented that he knew I had spirituality in my life, and it was strong, but how did I truly cope with all that went on in my life. My response? I said I had God and my spirituality! He could only look at me and grin.
~Marie T. Morrison~

WHAT COUNTS

The size of family may include two members or it may have a hundred. Size does not matter. It is the sharing God’s love, laughter, communication and the care of one another that counts.
~Marie T. Morrison~

THE SHACK

THE SHACK
I just finished reading the novel, The Shack, by Wm. Paul Young. It is a spiritual book, one I will be recommending to many. The story starts with one family’s sadness. Because of it, there is a learning how God is with us at all times, not against us, when something terrible happens. The father in the story is in anger, which anyone of us would be, if we experienced a similar tragedy. Taking on human images, God, His Son and the Holy Spirit go through the process of talking to the father, all taking place at a mountain shack, close to the place where the sadness began.
This is a beautifully written book. I read it in two days, not wanting to stop. One feels as if God is actually speaking. In a way He is, using the author to have His words expressed. It makes sense in all that is said, in this 248 page book. I was surprised to see it had this many pages when I put the book down, as it seemed less than 100, with one page flowing to the next. I sound as if I am writing a review for the author. It is more I am writing a review of how wonderful God is, even in times of terror and agony. It helps me understand what those who have passed away unexpectedly are saying to us, and gives the reason for forgiveness so one may continue a wondrous life with God. It is written in ‘down to earth’ terminology on what we are to do and how it can help those left behind.
I just finished it, but I would not mind picking it up and reading it again, right at this very moment. There are endless words of wisdom told to the father of the story, ones we can easily and readily apply in our own lives.
It is a book apropos to this very day, Good Friday. Here is an innocent person, Jesus Christ, going through agony, ridicule, betrayal, torture and death. Jesus prays for forgiveness of those who tormented Him. We wonder how He could do this. Yet, it is explained with such tenderness, love and beauty in this book. It makes me love Christ more than I already do. For those who know me, you are aware how much I love our God. What a huge impact this simple book can leave on the soul.
As I read the book, I could feel my cheeks begin to feel a bit sensitive; it was because I was smiling all the while because of the words written. I feel myself still smiling at this very moment! You will think of those you love, having much more acceptance of all of God’s children, no matter where they are in their lives, whether good or evil.
The Shack has a website, http://www.theshack.com, where you can read a few excerpts from the book. This is a different kind of blog I have written today. But, oh, what a difference this read can make in your life. You will not forget it. You will look at life, nature and everything in between in a whole new way.
God Bless all of you, as we feel the passion of Christ today, praising his love, acceptance and forgiveness for all. We thank our Lord for His abundance of caring, ever-so bountiful kindness and gentleness. We proclaim our love for Him, as He fulfills our spirit and souls with his Spirit, making us face whatever is given to us, no matter how hard it is. We understand that being divine, He is with us wherever we are. We cannot shield ourselves from Him. He will find us, because of His love for us, never wanting us to face anything alone. We are part of His grace. How joyous it is!