Blogging hasn't been this much fun for me since the first few times I made entries! I love the community aspect of this. And to add to it, first thing on this Monday morning, I received an email from someone in the Cup of Our Life study who requested that I post this anonymously:
"I was holding my cup this morning and doing my breathing prayer. 'I listen, You are here' and for some reason the vision that appeared in my head was when I transfer a file on the computer to a folder. I just drag, click and it's in there! Everytime I do that I can't get over the simplicity of that action and how much is transferred or "enters" with just a simple action. The simple action of just remaining open and listening and God will be in me. God's entrance is just a click away. I usually start my day with a list of things to do, usually written. I have started adding the task for the day to this list."
Thanks for that powerful reflection!
About Me
- Jess
- Jess Scholten, Associate Minister, First Presbyterian Church in High Point, NC. But also, and in some cases more importantly... wife of fabulous husband-Tom, born in the lovely town of Holland (Michigan, that is), graduate of Hope College and Western Theological Seminary, world traveler, restorer of our log home, Presbyterian Minister ordained in the Reformed Church in America, seven on the enneagram, avid reader, favorite daughter/sister/and well, current associate minister, right?
2 comments:
That is so interesting, because I wrote in my journal last week that while EMPTYING myself and my cup, I pictured dragging storage boxes of old memories, hurts, etc. to a Trash Can icon and clicking on Delete. Isn't it amazing how the same images can conjure such completely opposite actions? I'll have to focus on clicking "Save" on the good stuff, too.
I sent my first entry on Google instead of Anonymous. Too bad it was lost, I thought it was sweet and thoughtful. I and enjoying the structure of the study, the spiritual time, the breath prayers, and the introspection. Sometimes slowing down and looking inward is sad and makes one face internalized anger. The first day of our study I placed two nearly identical stones in my cup. One was picked up by a friend as she walked along a Mediterranean beach and the other I picked on a tour of Dachau. To be nearly alike they are such different symbols of our existence. This is the first time I have put them together in one place. I imagine all our lives' vessels hold such disparate and discrete experiences. Carolyn
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