Prayer Prompt

The Touch of God

The man whispered, "God, speak to me."
And a meadowlark sang.
But, the man did not hear.

So the man yelled "God, speak to me!"
And, the thunder rolled across the sky.
But the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, "God let me see you."
And a star shined brightly.
But the man did not notice.

And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle!"
And, a life was born.
But, the man did not know.

So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and Let me know you are here!"
Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.
But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.

from Christopher Ian Chenoweth's
Daily Inspiration, 4/25/2009

Prayer Prompt 26

Of all my discoveries about God's love and what it means to me, does for me, makes me feel, one stands supreme.

It removes fear. Or, more accurately, it fills the emptiness that is fear. And that means everything from mild uncertainty to complete dread.

God's love = the #1 stress reliever.

You encourage me, God.
Push me through fogs of doubt;
Lift me over hurdles of fear.

Love and blessings,

Prayer Prompt 25

Many of my presentations and facilitations bring in the 3 types of energy: physical, mental, and spiritual.

In the business context of those events, our focus is usually on the physical and mental energies--and tactics to keep those energy bins filled.

In my personal life I more and more realize the power of my spiritual energy. If I pay attention first and foremost to my spiritual energy, I rarely feel a lack of either of the other two.

It's like every other God-good. Spiritual energy is given us in endless supply. The more we expend it, express it, the more we are given automatically.

You fuel me, God.
Fill and refill my spiritual energy
that I grow in greater comfort by loving you.

Love and blessings,

Easter Morning Grace

This Easter morning woke up slowly, a series of grays and passing showers.

Slowly, too, I went out to run before the sun came up, somewhere behind the clouds. I saw no one. I passed no one. I barely heard slight traffic sounds on the nearby highway.

Until I turned the corner on Callas Verde. The most beautiful guitar music floated through the morning. I  saw a young man seated on the very edge of a folding chair, between the cars in his open garage.

Intently his heart and hands created sounds that held me in place.  He strummed and riffed, and my breath matched his rhythm. He reached a break and lifted his eyes.

"Good morning. That's beautiful. Mind if I stand here and listen to more?"

"Please do. I'm just playing 'til the boy is up."

What better words for Easter Sunday. Amazing grace.

Love and blessings,

Prayer Prompt 24

I know you, God.
Continue to open my mind to my heart
that I may know more of your presence.

Love and blessings,