God Rests in Reason

"Believe not God is in your heart, child.
But rather, you're in the heart of God."

you were born together
and together ye shall be forever
until death could scatter
shouldn't matter in the memory of God above
let the wind of heaven dance between you two
allowing time and space to bring you closer to everlasting love
so what should you do if god moves through you

when love beckons
its ways are often hard and steep
and His wings unfold
ye yield to all that it speaks
though a sword it might be hidden there among the pinions
oh you may wear a wound that truly spoke to you
believe in all that voice and follow through
so what should you do when God moves through you

love possesses nothing
nor would it ever be possessed
love is love sufficient unto love
and you can figure out the rest

God rests in reason
so what should you do, oh oh
when God moves through you

well your children will not be your children
maybe the daughter, the son of a beginning
they'll come through your womb but not be coming from you
they will be with you, but they do not belong to you
you can give them your love but not your thoughts
'cause they'll arrive with their own hearts
they're the coming of angels this blessed season
and then they'll sing oh yeah God rests in reason
God rests in reason
so what should you do
when God moves through you

and think not you can direct the course of
love itself directs the course of love
believe not God is in your heart, child
but rather you're in the heart of God

so you see so far i'm all right
pleasant and awkwardly polite
watching carefully the comedy
the tick tock moments of the grid lock day
and why i'm singing
about the fact that i'm giving up everything
and giving back to the people that made me want to change
my evil, lazy ways
i'm gonna give you one more phrase to explain

see i believe in only one thing
i believe in good orderly d-i-r-e-c-t-i-o-n
i'll spell it again, roll it with abbreviation
easy as a 1,2,3
spell it backwards it's a d-o-g
cause it's a dog eat dog world
what a life girl, maybe i should make you my wife girl
and i believe in omni possibility
it's nothing more than good orderly direction
nothing more than good orderly direction
nothing more than good orderly direction
this is nothing more than good orderly direction
so what should you do when God moves through you
what should you do when God moves
through you

Something to Hope For

Beyond Reason

"The supreme function of reason is to show man that some things are beyond reason." ~Blaise Pascal

I Am the Child

I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your eyes. You wonder how much I am aware of -- I see that as well. I am aware of much -- whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your duty by me. I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater, for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.

You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times. I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated. I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me. I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards -- great strides in development that you can credit yourself; I do not give you understanding as you know it.

What I give you is so much more valuable -- I give you instead opportunities. Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities; the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible. I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers. I am the child who cannot talk.

I am the child who cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by. You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is much you take for granted. I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again. I am dependant on you in these ways. My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune, your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them. I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness. I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired. I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick, what I do know is infinite joy in simple things. I am not burdened as you are with the strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life. My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love. I give you the gift of simplicity. I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the disabled child. I am your teacher. If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life. I will give you and teach you unconditional love. I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you. I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted. I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams. I teach you giving. Most of all I teach you hope and faith. I am the disabled child.

- Author Unknown -

Today I witnessed a Miracle Unfold

I was taking photos of your silly faces when you heard your sister playing and looked in her direction. Once again I was overcome with gratitude for the scientists, doctors, and those who went before you that made cochlear implant technology a reality and brought sound into your world.

Blue Roses

Why do I always have to be the one that starts to do laundry and there's no detergent? Well, I guess it was time for me to do my store run, which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags and Clorox. So off I go.

I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the checkout counter only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man that appeared to be about sixteen-years- old. I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there. This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over here."

It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged, and also startled as he turned and saw me standing so close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His eyes widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said, "Hey Buddy, what's your name?"

"My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly. "Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Hal."

"Hal, like Halloween?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "How old are you Denny?"

"How old am I now, Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle. "You're fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let the man pass by."

I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes about summer, bicycles and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement because he was the center of someone's attention. He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section.

Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the time to talk with her son. She told me that most people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him. I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I have no idea where it came from, other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow and pink roses in God's garden, however, "Blue Roses" are very rare and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a Blue Rose and if someone doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God.



She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, "Who are you?"

Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm probably just a dandelion but I sure love living in God's garden."

Please the next time you see a BLUE ROSE don't turn your head and walk off, take the time to smile and say Hello. Because by the grace of GOD this mother could be you. This could be your child, grandchild, niece, nephew. What a difference a moment can mean to that person or their family.

From an old dandelion.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.

Only Hope