A Blessing for the New Year – from joy of nine9

I love this & wanted to reblog it to share…




Spinning Straw into Gold: Thoughts on Writing

Beautifully said…

hannah brencher.


For the last few days, I’ve sat in a dark room giving memories their proper burials.

I can imagine the way the funeral director wrings her hands beneath the hot water faucet as she preps to make settings of “goodbye” for so many. It feels a lot like that; writing a book is like finally saying goodbye to memories and finally having the courage to let go for good as you script just enough to tell your friend over a cup of coffee, “I’ve used up all the words. It’s over now.”

I didn’t imagine writing a book would feel this way. I’m one month into writing a book and I didn’t imagine it would be like this. I’m certain now that I will write a book about writing a book just so I can write the line, “It was the most hauntingly beautiful process I’ve ever experienced, to sit…

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Sunday Snippets–A Catholic Carnival

Sunday Snippets–A Catholic Carnival.- Courtesy of Joyofnine9, “We are a group of Catholic bloggers who gather weekly t o share our best posts with each other. To participate, go to your blog and create a post titled Sunday Snippets–A Catholic Carnival. In it, discuss and link to your posts for the week–whether they deal with theology, Catholic living or cute Catholic kids.”

Question of the week:  Do you have any spiritual New Year’s Resolutions?

Answer: Yes- To journal/blog/write more.  Regularly.  That is so hard for me.  I put things off.  I really want to work on being more “self-disciplined” (whatever that means – ha).  So I’ve started this Stained Glass blog.  I love the quote from Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, “People are like stained – glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

I feel broken and a mess inside.  I know God is working with me and through me, although I don’t feel it at times.  I feel like my life has been shattered.  20 years of hope and dreams gone, promises broken.  But, I’m OK.  As sad as the loss of time is, I am stronger for the experiences it has given me (although it currently doesn’t feel like a “gift”).  I am learning who I am, and learning that I like this person God has created.  I feel as if the pieces of my life have shattered, various hurts each hold a different color (and there are many of them).  God has taken each piece and lovingly pieces them together creating a beautiful one-of-a-kind Work of Art… my shattered pieces melded together into a beautiful stained-glass window to reflect His Light.  In my minds eye, it overlooks the ocean.  An ocean of calm peace, waves rhythmic like a heartbeat. Life goes on.  There is beauty in it. There is God’s glory.  There is Healing.  There is Purpose.