My personalization of Psalm 103.
Category: Prayers
How I Pray
Usually, in Praying Abba, I reflect on “The Lord’s Prayer” or other formal prayers. The following post is a starting list of who, what, when, where, how, and why I pray. It’s not a brag; it’s a kind of scrutiny for me. If you are a pray-er, and care to comment, I welcome hearing of your prayer practices or structures or whatever you care to share! Peace to you and yours! 🙂
(This is an on-going list.) Who I pray for (w/out naming names here): People I know personally and love and for whom I am profoundly grateful: My family: parents, spouse, siblings (4), in-laws (4),…
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Good Mother
Dear Abba-Papa, I’ve started reading a book that even with the first page has sent me into a scene of long-ago that somehow taps into my own history. It is the nostalgia of child-with-mother…
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Give us Courage
Our Father Our Mother, Our Creator-Savior-Lover-Lord, Abba-Papa, My Soul’s Beloved, Who art in Heaven, And Who is in my heart, Hallowed be Thy Name, Oh precious Name of Jesus!  I adore Thee! …
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Let it be within me
Our Father (Mother, Creator, Thou, Lover-of-my-soul, Savior-Redeemer, Eternal-One, I-Am, my Author, One-God, Holy-One) Who art in heaven (Thou who is eternal and more present here and now than anyt…
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Threshold
#color #purple #melancholy #threshold
The brown weeds and grasses along the road look purple to me. A beautifully, angst-ly reddish-purple. Like red grapes in dusk light, or very old oak leaves after a pouring rain. Purple that is blushing or bleeding. It’s a color I clearly don’t know how to describe. It resides in my heart beside chartreuse. Colors that live between tertiaries, and that dance or migrate as an expression of their primary essence.
The green grass looks pale yet birthing into yellow, and the yellow grasses look like they are pregnant with green. The sky is blue, I know it is blue, and yet I see all the colors, however pale and blended, they are all there. And the fields, the tilled soil, looks heavy, like an anchor.
Sometimes the colors I see make my heart ache so deeply I wonder how much beauty can I bear? It’s like a pressure within…
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Our Father Who art in heaven Dear Abba-Papa, I thank You and praise You that You are indeed in heaven, that You transcend everything, but that at the same time You are with us, You are imminent, Yo…
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