Showing posts with label Holy Spirit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holy Spirit. Show all posts

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Ruach whispers

Ruach Whispers. . . . 


Ruach whispers in my ear

“Find peace, my dear”


Ruach whispers in my heart

“Find yourself, I’ll be at your side”


Ruach whispers to my mouth

“Speak with grace and truth.”


Ruach whispers to my feet

"I will guide you on the right road."


Ruach is the balm, the calm that I need.

She guides me to turn aside pride, 

turn to others 

    hurting inside. 

She swirls around me wrapping me in energy

hugging me in hope.


Ruach fills me with the laughter of life

She energizes me to take a chance, 

to dance to my own music

She urges me to write—-

by lighting my path. 

She fanned the embers of memories, 

  and inspired me to find my own fire.


I’ve said farewell.  

I can now reach forward with 

Ruach’s wind at my back:

I can breathe again. I am alive.


I am comforted knowing Ruach 

will be with me

until the end of days. . . .

and beyond. 





Tuesday, November 18, 2025

God in Three Persons: Blessed Trinity

 




God has appeared to me throughout the years, but each time has been like looking through a kalaidoscope—-I see different “faces” of God depending on my stage. As a child, God and the Holy Spirit were too abstract, but Jesus with those warm brown eyes was someone I could look to for guidance, support and love. The hymn “Jesus Loves Me” got me through the times when i felt unloved. Later,I was guided by “what would Jesus do?” when making choices. 

As an adult I was guided more by God, the creator. Hymns like “Holy, Holy, Holy” and “This is my Father’s World”were important to me and my understanding of God who created the beauty of Europe’s cathedrals and the red wood forest.  My God was awe-some, all-powerful.  But HE also was often disappointed in my decisions. It was a time when I was important to myself and only when confronted by a beautiful sunset or the majesty of mountains, was I forced to slow down and reflect on the grandeur of God rather than on myself.


At both stages, I “ignored” the Holy Spirit—-something I associated with "Charismatic” churches and speaking in tongues.  Although I had my “conscience” to  guide me as a child, it was often associated with Jimminey Cricket on Mickey Mouse Club who always said, “Let your conscience be your guide.” 


I’ve often felt that my writing is influenced and guided by another entitiy which I always thought of as my muse.  Sometimes my “muse” was relentless, over-powering my dreams and thoughts. Sometime i have to sit quietly in my “thin places” or my patio and let this spirit come to me—-make time for it. prioritize it. not be distracted by “things to do”, but just having quiet time.  It’s so hard for my hyperactive brain and body to “Be still”. As I was older my “muse” helped me with my writing. But was my “Conscience”  or my “muse” really the Holy Spirit living within me?


I’m not sure if it’s my stage or my age but I’ve moved on to understanding the Holy Spirit and the role SHE plays in my faith.  “Ruach”, the sound of wind, is the Hebrew word for the Spirit. Ruach is the breath within me, whirling and swirling.


The hymn "Spirit of Gentleness" touches my soul. In it we are reminded to listen to the gentleness of the Holy Spirit weaving it’s way in our daily lives, guiding our actions like a gentle breeze.But, if like Jonah we refuse to listen, then the Spirit is no longer gentle but relentless, forcing us to listen and pay attention.


When I was younger, I saw Jesus and God as something apart from myself whereas the holy spirit is within me, a part of me since birth. The Holy Spirit is not just a “muse” or a “conscience” but the part of me I often tap into for strength and understanding. SHE dances with my soul. I try to live to make  Ruach happy and content: I love feeling her breath circling me in an embrace.  

February 1946


I started out thinking I could write a poem about my feelings, but someone already beat me to it.  Thank you John Carl Ylvisaker for this hymn: “I Was There To Hear Your Borning Cry”


I was there to hear your borning cry,

I'll be there when you are old.

I rejoiced the day you were baptized,

to see your life unfold.

I was there when you were but a child,

with a faith to suit you well;

In a blaze of light you wandered off

to find where demons dwell."


"When you heard the wonder of the Word

I was there to cheer you on;

You were raised to praise the living Lord,

to whom you now belong.

If you find someone to share your time

and you join your hearts as one,

I'll be there to make your verses rhyme

from dusk 'till rising sun.


In the middle ages of your life,

not too old, no longer young,

I'll be there to guide you through the night,

complete what I've begun.

When the evening gently closes in,

and you shut your weary eyes,

I'll be there as I have always been

with just one more surprise.


I was there to hear your borning cry,

I'll be there when you are old.

I rejoiced the day you were baptized,

to see your life unfold.


That’s the beauty of the Trinity: the three parts guide us at every stage of our lives:  from knowing that Jesus loves us to exalting the power of God to being guided by the Holy Spirit.Three in one: always there ready to meet us where we are.





Tuesday, September 23, 2025

God Calling

 You know God how you don’t always answer my prayers?

Sometimes I don’t answer your calls either.

No, the line isn’t busy, I just heavily depend on Caller ID.

So, if the ID doesn’t pop up “God”, 

I probably won’t answer.


Otherwise, how do I know whether it is you

or a scam:

Someone pretending to be God.

We have a lot of that going on down here: 

people thinking they are God.


Please, do not do that parting of the waters thing,

The Missouri River parted may flood 

my apartment on the edge of the wetlands.


Again, I’m all in favor of a burning bush

Just not too big of a fire

Oh, and safely burn one away from the building,

Having a fire extinguisher handy just in case. . . .

While you’re at it, do you think it could be a honeysuckle bush

It’s an invasive species anyway

Not part of your "plan".



And when you speak,

speak loudly in case I don’t have my hearing aids in.

Try not to use the tornado warning system to broadcast your message,though.

I don’t want others thinking the message is for them.

But that “still small voice “

clearly enunciated with closed captions would work.


So, a burning honeysuckle bush away from the building, 

followed by maybe a voice with a sexy Scottish brogue.


I know I should trust you more

to know how to burn a bush safely, 

how to get my attention without flooding.

But, I’m old and a former middle school teacher

who thinks about the worst possible scenario, 

deaf from false gods shouting at me,

nervous about flooding rivers

and partial to kilts.

Between Two Worlds

Most of my life, I've considered it fortunate that I was just ahead of the Baby-boom. Generally, the Baby-boomers were born between 1946 and 1964 after the fathers returned from World War II. It was a huge population explosion that has reverberated through American society.

This blog will be part history, part memories, part reflections of a retired teacher, but active "Senior". I have always felt like I straddled two generations forming a bridge. Sometimes I think like a baby-boomer, but sometimes I'm locked into my parents' Depression era thinking. I'm a dichotomy of two eras. But, I'm always ready to try something new---so here I am dipping my toes in the water of Blogworld.