Last Sunday’s sermon, “The Feast of Saint Jim”, was very inspiring. We learned that as believers, we are all “saints”.
I don’t know about you but I sure don’t feel very saintly; however I do know people who truly deserve that title.
These are people who give of themselves, their time, resources, energy, and never seem to tire of being saintly, although I’m positive that they don’t see themselves as saints.
It was an excellent sermon, “The Feast of Saint Jim”, and offered much food for thought.
If you are wondering who Saint Jim is, just substitute your own name or the names of people you know who not only believe but act on their beliefs. Go ahead…name a few saints you are acquainted with and the next time you are in their company be sure to say, “Hello, Saint So and So.”
Some of us don’t always have the energy we need to fulfill the tasks set before us, and some of us become spiritually depleted. Even a weekend doesn’t seem to energize us. Here is a prayer from Norman Vincent Peale which I may have posted before but is always helpful. Happy Saturday.
A Prayer for Energy
Dear Lord, I need more energy and strength. I seem drained and tired and do not seem to possess what it takes to do all that I must do. I know that the wrong kind of thoughts can make one tired. Change my thoughts that they may be in harmony with your power.
Have you ever watched a pair of squirrels chasing each other up and down trees, across telephone cables, or simply in circles on a lush lawn? Such energy! I’d love to clock their speed.
Our days may not be filled with that kind of energetic behaviour, but just watching those fluffy-tail rodents is enough to make me get up and get moving.
And then there’s the lowly caterpillar inching its way along a blade of grass, expending the least amount of energy. (Or maybe not.)
Nature’s energy is all around us: growing grass and flowers, a gentle breeze, a gusty wind, rustling leaves, thunder, lightning, and bird song.
It’s good to remember that when we feel depleted, we can plug into nature’s energy. Run, squirrel, run!
Dear Lord, I need more energy and strength.
I seem drained and tired.
I do not seem to possess what it takes to do all that I must do.
I know that the wrong kind of thoughts can make one tired.
Change my thoughts that they may be in harmony with your power. Amen.
Norman Vincent Peale
Just another Sunday prayer.
Dissension depletes my energy level. Somewhere in one of my self-reflections I admitted to disliking dissension, confrontation, petty peevishness, pessimism and poop scooping. (The only doggie bag I carry is from a restaurant!)
At times in 2014 all of the above (except the doggie thing) cropped up in my life to the detriment of some of my relationships. Some were remedied but one lingered on until today, when I decided it was not going to accompany me into a brand new year if I could help it.
And so I rebooted a relationship. It was frosty at first and I was tempted to abort the whole thing, but perseverence is one of my strengths and what could have been a three minute phone flop turned into an hour-long healing conversation.
Romans 12:18 says If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live in peace with everyone.
Rebooting relationships is a good thing if it is possible, as far as it depends on you.
Dear Lord, thank you for the night’s rest you so graciously gave me.
I am grateful for renewed energy and enthusiasm.
I accept this new day as a wonderful opportunity.
May I use it minute by minute to do your will.
Guide me in every problem, every decision I shall make this day.
Help me to treat everyone kindly and to be fair and just and thoughtful in everything today.
And if I should forget you during this day, oh Lord, please do not forget me. Amen.
Norman Vincent Peale
For those who like the poetry posts…(I hope it isn’t a duplicate)…
THE ME I USED TO BE
I miss the me I used to be,
the things I used to do,
I miss the energy and verve
the vim and vigor too.
I miss the way my feet could dance,
the way my body bent,
contorted to the Limbo
(under the pole I went).
I miss the feel of garden soil
where once my hands would dig
while scrunching down to plant the seeds
before my joints got big.
Yes, I miss the me I used to be
and all the things I did,
but even though the body’s old,
inside I’m still a kid.
Thanks to those who ask for the poems…I love poetry too.