Reflection: Guardian Angel

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“Your guardian angels want you to know how much they love you right now. Your angel’s love is completely unconditional and all encompassing” (Virtue p. 23).

My week started off very rough with bad news concerning my maternal grandmother. Grandma became, as I grew into a woman, a cherished friend who accepted and loved me unconditionally. The doctor shared with us that she has leukemia and her prognosis is not good.  The past five years I have lost relative after relative to cancer or illness.

My faith in God is tested right now to its limit. The Guardian Angel card that I drew for the weekly reflection feels especially important to me. It will resonate with any of you out there struggling or needing comfort. We all experience moments where we may feel abandoned by God.

He promises: “Those who sow in tears shall reap in joy.” (Psalm 126:5)

One way God keeps his promise is to grant us aid through his angels. They are there to assist us and reassure us that we are never alone. We are granted grace, so nothing we say or do will break our spiritual bond to our Creator. They are sent by him to support us in our spiritual growth and how we can be of service to others.

Wishing all of you comfort and sending you much love,

Amanda

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Buried in You

Bare feet caress the earth,
Connecting myself to the circuit,
Remind  me why I am here…
You call for me to love,
I’ve  loved them all.
They ebb and flow like the tides…
Could one heart leave a candle burning,
In the window just for me?
I’m weary from a long journey,
A gypsy soul longs to settle,
For a loving soul to wash my feet,
Have a hot meal waiting by the fire,
And to gift my heart,
With the solace it needs most,
Burying myself in you.

I Will Never Let You Know

This song ” I Will Never You Know” is from the Nashville television series and is this morning’s ear worm. I am in a reflective mood this morning. There has been a big theme of loss in my life the past few years. There are gifts that emerge from walking through the valley, but you have moments too where you feel like your heart got cracked open. Mine is cracked open from grief. God lets the light shine from inside those cracks.

You Can Let Go

Those of you who are followers of this blog may have noticed that I haven’t posted very much recently. Writing has always been a great comfort to me during difficult times. This holiday season brings my family a difficult gift. It is a gift because it is bringing my immediate family closer together as we prepare to say farewell to my father who is in the final stages of his battle with cancer. My Dad has had to let go of me, his daughter, at different points in my life so I could grow into the strong and loving woman that I am today. We had a conversation about a week ago that was the hardest one of my life. I told him that I knew that he was dying, that I loved him and that we would all be alright when it was his time to return home. Letting go of those you love is one of the hardest aspects to sharing unconditional love with others. You feel quite frankly like God has cracked your heart wide open. It slowly comes back together when he fills it with such a deep and true love. That love is the gift that comes during times like these. I am love and so are all of you.

Namaste,

Amanda

Hollows

it aches when the wind goes through my bones,

turning a collar up to the unknown,

November’s chilly winds set mournful tones,

I don’t know what will be from fall’s seeds sown.

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Is the sun behind those grey clouds?

where is that radiant light I knew.

needing comfort like scent of Irish stew

I don’t fit any more in these crowds.

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My foot fall crunches leaves under me

It will be a long, hard season

As I set sail for an icy sea

it aches the heart without reason

A Difficult Gift

We were one with galaxy’s center,

one divided into two,

carrying part of the other’s fire.

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You are the wind up key for the clockwork,

a mechanism that I don’t comprehend,

only known to one watchmaker.

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You are the charcoal,

activating the painful purge,

a poison keeping me comatose.

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You cut open the snake bite,

sucking out the venom,

then spitting it on the ground.

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You are the surgeon,

who must cut carefully around the bullet,

before it travels to my heart.

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You are my soul’s catalyst,

a rare sacrifice to love so deeply,

to hurt just enough to heal.