Woman of Grace

Beloved woman, my heart is full of joy for I behold you as a woman of grace. You are one who deeply appreciate the giftedness of life and accept all that life offers you moment by moment with gratitude, faith and courage. You always find time each day even for a moment in silent celebration for the kindness and grace there is in life and your heart waxes with joyful anticipation as with the coming of a lover.

Beloved woman, my prayer and desire is that the fragrance of your life be shed like scent of flowers and inspire all towards gracious living and discover the secret joy there is in a life of grace.

Woman of Sorrow

Beloved Woman, my heart is heavy because you are grieving; the weight of centuries of oppression still lingers in your heart.

I can feel intensely the loneliness of your being abandoned, left all alone; the pain of your loved one suddenly snatched away from you; the agony of living day by day with someone you should no longer be with; the emptiness of simply being an object of desire; the weariness of toiling night and day yet not meeting what you need for your self and your little ones; the appalling experience of being disenfranchised, set aside, passed upon or simply ignored just because you are a woman.

Beloved woman, weep, shed your tears, let out the sorrow from your veins. Even just in your mind lean on my shoulders, strong with borrowed strength from him who is all power.

Then be defiant, but not desperate; seek your liberation. There is someone, more than powerful; he loves, he truly loves, he loves you, he loves the woman of sorrow. I know him for "He Touched Me. He will touch you like no other . . . and lead you to a newness beyond your wildest expectation. Seek him with all your heart and mind; and let him touch you.

"For I know the plans I have for you, says the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.You will seek me and find me; when you seek me with all your heart,I will be found by you . . . I have loved you with an everlasting love;
therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you . . . I will turn their mourning into joy,I will comfort them, and give them gladness for sorrow (Jeremiah 29:11-14; 31:3,13 - RSV)

Woman of Prayer

Beloved woman, you are a woman of prayer. It is in your very nature to pray because it is in your nature to love; and prayer is among the highest expressions of love.

You are first of all devoted to the source of love and life – God – because you have within the depths of your being an intuition for and kinship with the creative energy that nurtures life. You have within you millenial experience of bringing forth life and it is second nature for you to turn to the source of life much as a sunflower bends towards the sun. And it is from the warm and gentle rays of the Son that you draw the tenderness that opens the hearts of man and child.

Beloved woman, I see you in those moments of silence and solitude when you rise before dawn, and with an awakened passion rise to meet the beckoning call of the Beloved.

I see you in the MetroRail, swaying stiff in the rocking cadence of noise, with closed eyes, lost in the presence of Him who draws you in the dance of stillness.

I see you in the vigil night with one hand caressing the head of your child, nourishing him back to health as with the other hand you move your fingers through beads of prayer-roses being offered to the Beloved.

I see you dancing before the Heavenly King with delight and exuberant joy, celebrating the happiness of being chosen, loved and blessed.

I see you prostrate to the ground, facing the east of hope, in centuries of reverent submission and loving obedience to the will of the Almighty.

I see you on your knees, faithful to your hour of perpetual adoration before the Altar of His Presence with the world in your heart and your heart within the Holy of Holies.

I see you transfixed before the computer screen in virtual adoration with multitudes of cyber hermits across the worldwide web.

I see you basking in the warm sunshine, caressed by the cool breeze that blows from the field yonder, crying in silent plea to the God of mercy for the many homeless children you carry in your bosom.

I see you before the open scripture in rapt attention to the inner voice that speaks to you, filling your heart’s hunger and thirst for wisdom and grace.

I see you, and you . . . and I behold with my heart’s eye the spiritual energy field encroaching the noosphere* that blankets humanity.

Beloved woman of prayer, you encompass the world in your compassionate heart and love flows forth to each and every individual you hold dear in your heart, radiating waves of vibrant, life-giving energy; and there’s no measuring the gradient of goodness that brings freshness to weary hearts and fruitfulness to barren lives.

Beloved woman of prayer, I dream that the flame in your heart enkindles the hearts of others in an ever growing circle of spirit-fire and thus we may experience in our midst the quiet yet immense power for good of a network of hearts pulsating with the spiritual energy of Divine Love.

And yes you can do it even more through all the open lines for communion, communication and transmission of the energy of love – the mental line of focused intent, the spiritual line of intercessory prayer, psychological line of empathy, the technical line of phone, text and email and through simple heart to heart sharing and word of invitation, encouragement and challenge.