Captain Morgan Seven Up

The bridge has a name

"Before me you opened a passage" (Psalm 30).

I just realized that I crossed the bridge that is You: the path was clear I had no hunger, no thirst, I was struggling not. Because it was you.

Pffff ... Is this qu'j'digère Niouzes!
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Red Flower 11 November

Two landscapes, three messages

News my way inside.

I climbed a mountain in the rugged and lush vegetation. I could not see 5 meters to lead to a plateau at the sight immensely clear.

I descend into a valley at the bottom of which I see a lake surrounded by woods, a haven of hope before continuing the road.

Posts:
- Take alternate routes daily rather than repeating the same habit and lack of imagination.
- open up to the unexpected and do not anticipating telling me not: 'It will happen as ...". it's tough ...
- The hello through the brothers. Certitude.

Biffy Clyro Midi File

Seal

Today, mass. Homecoming upsetting Mary Magdalene with her master and love that because it recognizes the call it by name.

He called me by my first name. "Gilles," he said.

For a few seconds, my chest was oppressed by the mark affixed his seal it in me with all his powerful sweetness.

Here I am branded with his love. Blessed are you, my friend (s)!

Here I am.

Port Royale 2 Savy Edit

New Continent By the hand

I thought the path would be longer on the bridge that connected the two continents.

These days, I was troubled. As I approached the high cliff, the sun was hidden from me. I walked in the shade. The cold was more insistent. Once mounted on the shore, I felt no particular emotion. I had yet to win two continents on foot.

I went into the cliff. A path had been laid out and snaked up to the summit. Torches illuminated the passageways carved into the rock. The heat was soft as a matrix.

I lead at the top. The wind, strong friend, makes me shake. Before my eyes: a crisp green expanse and the blue-green Sea of sight. On the left, I no longer distinguish the coast of the old continent. Nothing but the extent of solid stone bridge which has guided me so far.

Suddenly fatigue falls on me. I dream of being welcomed by the taciturn old man who lives in his stone house on the edge of the cliff. I dream to sleep beside the hearth. It opens me the door navy blue fades in front of me to let me enter.

I entered on a new continent. Benchmarks, and customs, the truth of the place are different. I must learn, as my inspiration. What new law governing the new territory to explore?

I must leave behind my old suspicion: God does not really want my property, and adhere to new legislation: God wants me to live fully, completely, pushing all that prevents me draw. God wants me to bear much fruit in abundance. And he'll guide me. I can still hear the voice of the old man in me who wants to hold me back, but I want to move forward powerfully. Audacity, my brother.

is a paradigm shift for me, I must now learn to live without a glass ceiling. Before I get on the roads of this new continent, I ask myself ...

This morning, meditating on the resurrection, I heard this question: do you live like a man again, with the help of my holy grace?

And I came across this meditation Maur of the Child Jesus (1617-1690) *:

"This is the soul to determine what she wants to do, and if she wants to seek the Kingdom of God. If she wants to win it in Jesus Christ from sin and the powers of hell, or crucify him again, after having seen and experienced its infinite kindness towards him. "


* In a beautiful new series to the point: "Caramel Prayers", by Stéphane-Marie Morgain (also comes out of Prayers Hidden Carthusian Nathalie Nabert).

What Kind Of Weave Do Lala Have

Today is a special day, my friends, is silent on the day of the tomb in which Christ is enclosed.

is the day when Christ descends into our graves, we grabbed him by the hand, and takes us out of the tomb.

is the day for those who think they'll never make it, those who think they are locked in their feeling of helplessness, immobility, inability, incapacity to move even the little finger.

Good news: it is He who comes to pick you and take you by the hand. You have nothing to do, just wish be seized by him.