Feast of Saintts Philip and James, Apostles
I rather enjoy waking up early in the morning to have quiet time before beginning the day. This time generally includes some silent prayer, journaling, reading the scripture of the day, and finding the earworm of the day. The earworm of the day is often shared with a friend as we both wake up to music in our heads.
In the readings of the day we again visit the Last Supper and the table conversation. I really desire to be surprised that Philip doesn’t quite get who Jesus is, although as the first of the Apostles to follow Him, he’s been with Jesus the longest. Philip, I get it. Knowing the Truth of Who Jesus is, and the mystery of the Trinity – Father, Son & Holy Spirit – sometimes completely boggles my mind. Jesus fully knows Philip’s heart, his soul, the very core of who Philip is because in their Oneness of being Jesus is the Creator of All. Over the last five years particularly, and probably longer if I really think about it, there is a distinct difference in hearing Jesus in these conversations. Once upon I would hear exasperation and frustration, yet now I hear Jesus continuing to invite Philip into the Truth of their relationship, Recognizing Jesus as God and himself as a created being.
Like Philip, sometimes even now, I desire that Jesus show me the Father. This is even when I have these delightful prayer experiences of crawling up on the Father’s lap and listening to His heartbeat, the steady rhythm calming the very core of my own being. Through Jesus and the Holy Spirit I know the Father. And as much as I desire a certain steadiness of Faith, there are times I’ve faltered. As I think about this faltering this morning, I am no longer disappointed in myself in this, rather I’m grateful for the opportunity to delve more deeply into this relationship with the Trinity of Love, repenting and leaving this at the Foot of the Cross. As a human my mind desires to remember and ruminate over these things, yet my heart reminds me that I am a well-loved daughter of the Father.
A couple of weeks ago I started quilting again, just for the sheer joy of it. I cut this fat quarterish piece from a well loved piece of yardage, the thread was already on the sewing table, the batting is Hobbs cotton/wool blend (a glorious mixture) and started stitching in the contours of the area of the color. I have no idea what this piece will be. I suspect what I’m hoping is to take this kind of free-form stitching and make it into a class.
I realized about three weeks ago that the creativity I’ve long thought was lost, albeit temporarily, has funneled into the writing for the Spiritual Direction reflections we had to do each month.
More later friends, I am off to a retreat day.
Happy Quilting and Jesus loves you,
Teri
A Quilter's Heart 