Tag Archives: prayer

A Fare Thee Well

It’s been fun,
It’s been real,
It’s time for me to move on from here.

We’ve shared some jokes,
We’ve cried real tears,
This whole group has been so dear.

Please don’t cry,
Please don’t moan,
Catch me in my new blog home.

The last 2 or 3 months have been some of the most challenging in my life.

I walked with my partner through his hip replacement. Then just days before Christmas, I learned how to adjust his concentrator and set up a manual oxygen tank if the power goes down because his COPD has worsened.

I walked with my older two through testing that indicated that their eyes met the bare minimum legal requirements to drive, but their brains just don’t quite have the speed to drive. OT may or may not improve that.

My mother couldn’t help as much as she would have liked because she fractured her wrist due to a fall on the last night she helped us after my husband’s surgery.

And right about New Year’s I came down with a virus that zapped me for about two weeks.

All the while this has been going on, I’ve been considering my blogging home.

Around Thanksgiving, I had another one of my FB rants on FB about several issues. In the course of conversation, I was invited to try Medium, another blogging platform.

I started my account, deleted it, and started again. When I got in, I was amazed and surprised and overwhelmed. But I loved it…

For nearly three weeks, I’ve been putting content out here and there. I also tried moving some of my content from here to there.

While I don’t have the same following or like there that I do here, I really liked the diversity of thought and variety of writers and posts that I saw. The reviewing layout was also awesome. I’m still struggling with my format limitations on my posts as well as a more complicated posting process. But in general, I liked it a little better.

So, I made the painful decision that I am going to be doing my blogging on Medium. Please come visit me at my blog’s next edition, cornily and egotistically entitled Kittie Phoenix, The Next Edition.

It’s going to be the same mix of poetry, inspiration, and opining that you’ve come to expect from me here. It’s just at a different web address. And I’m working on bringing some of the better pieces (your favorites by number of likes and my favorites as the author) into the new location.

And no, I haven’t figured out what to do with the token to send it here from there. If I do, I might send some of the better ones here.

Thanks for the memories.

And now, in case we don’t meet electronically on this side of eternity again, to (mis)quote a far better Writer than I:

The LORD bless you and keep you. The LORD make His face shine on you and give you grace. The LORD turn His face to you and give you His peace. May you wear His name and be blessed.

 

Prayer of an Angry Sinner

I’m weary and frustrated. I’m tired of faux connection via electronics.

I’m bruised and battered in my heart: invisible without 50 social media accounts and 3 devices; unheard whether I curse, swear, and speak vulgarly or bless, hedge my bets, and whisper wholesomely; untouched in a deafening silence devoid of real voices.

I’m tired of indifference masquerading as intolerance and freedom of expression if it pleases the masses.

The fiery red consumes me, and I long to push the button, the great button that releases a cleansing atomic cloud.

Saccharin civility can’t sweeten the bland, dour sourness of a PC chorus.

But I must remember:

  • Vengeance isn’t mine to take
  • My anger won’t bring back the righteousness of generations gone by
  • Blowing away the nation won’t cure silicon stagnation
  • Kicking sorry hides won’t destroy evil masks of false facades

You, oh Lord, hold vengeance and justice. You, oh Lord, give pardon and peace. You, oh Lord, restore mercy and grace. You forgive the inexcusable.

So…

Wash my mind in your True Word. Bathe my heart in the cleansing flow from Your Side. Speed my feet back to paths of righteousness. Burn the angry insults from my lips. Cleanse my hands from hidden sins.

I forgive them. You forgive me. We are never even or equal. Your ways are higher; Your thoughts are higher; Your love is perfect.

Ma-Hey-Yo!

Author’s Note:
I’m sure I’ve misheard the phrase, I’m sure I don’t have the correct way to display it in Latin characters, and I’m sure I will have to correct it. Consider it a hazard of having auditory processing disorder in an event sponsored by a culture based on verbal history and storytelling. 🙂
Joseph FireCrow told a story about a prayer that the Cheyenne people use; according to his story, the Elders approved its public release. This piece contains my reflections on his story and their prayer.

“Ma-hey-yo!”
The Cheyenne cry.
The braves pray it,
The women chant it as they wait for the braves,
The mothers sing it as a lullabye,
The elders released it to the world.
“Creator, walk with me.”

That should be our Christian cry.
We should pray it on our rising,
We should chant it on our sleeping,
We should sing it to our children’s hearts.
“Jesus, walk with us.”

We should release His love and mercy
To shine on the darkness of the world;
To free all to choose life, light, and love;
To bring captives out of bondage.

Ma-hey-yo!

A Letter to the Lord

Author’s Note: This is based on my life (the parts that sent me to powwow) and the contents of Isaiah 46:4 and Psalm 46:10, as well as Abraham’s courage in chatting with the Lord over Sodom and Gomorrah.

Dear Lord,

You promise me that You’ll carry me. You promise me that You’ll sustain me. You will do this even when I’m old and grey. I know you made me. I know You say You’ll carry me, sustain me, and rescue me.

I’m waiting. Where are You? I’m dragging my bones around in pain so bad I could cuss and make a sailor blush. When are You giving me that piggyback ride?

I’m looking at my budget. I don’t see much sustenance there. No jobs for the kids, no raise for my partner, and there’s a good chance my partner will not be earning money in time for the holidays! Where’s my rescue?

*crickets chirping*

I am being quite still. In fact, I can’t do anything right now. I’m boxed in and trapped in a corner.

Yes, You are God. I know You’re God. We all know You’re God.

*crickets chirping*

Oh…

Rescue from eternal death should have been enough.

Redemption from the enemy snares should have been enough.

Release to ultimate healing in heaven should have been enough.

Your Word should be enough.

Your Will should be enough.

*crickets chirping*

Thanks for your everlasting love and your ears that never sleep.

—Kittie

An Ancient Native American Prayer

Note: These are not my words. They are attributed to an unknown Native American.

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life to the world, hear me! I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hand respect the things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.

I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy–myself.

Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.

So when life fades, as the fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.

A Circle of Prayer

Smoky sage stuns the senses.
The drum and shakers set an old rhythm.
The beating of the Master’s Heart sets the pace.
The Algonquin medicine woman in love with Jesus
Takes the old ways
And makes them alive again to align with His Ways.
Within the circle,
Brokenness of mind, body, and spirit
Is brought from darkness into light.
She dances with the Spirit,
Not with deeds but with words
Of love, truth, and encouragement.
Feathers smudge out stains of the Fall
As sage sends hearts’ prayers to heaven.

The Great (Holy) Spirit
Fills us again with His comfort and counsel
And surrounds us with His love
And peace that passes all understanding
To keep our hearts until Jesus calls.

St. Patrick’s Breastplate, a la Protestant Style, Part 4

Christ with me,
Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me,
Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right,
Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down,
Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.

With, before, behind, in, beneath, above, right, left — All are directional words that indicate Jesus surrounds us. At His ascension, Jesus promised to be with us who believe in Him even to the end of time in Matthew 28:20. He also promises that two or three of us who gather in His name have instant access to His presence in Matthew 18:20.

Sitting, lying, arising — These are active words that indicate choice to do. We have to choose to have Jesus present in all we do. Colossians 3:17 calls us to dedicate all we do and say to Jesus.

In the heart, in the mouth, in every eye, in every ear — This means that we, even introverts and those who have social anxiety disorder, have to be seen by others. Just how much is up to what God has called you to do in this life.

The idea is that we are to imitate Christ as though we are the only Jesus people see (Ephesians 5:1-2). Even in our darkness of anger, frustration, or depression, we have to imitate Christ; in anger He cleared the Temple, in frustration He cursed the fig tree, and in depression He wept in the Garden until He brought Himself fully in alignment with the Father’s plans. The idea is that we live quietly, work hard, and keep peace with our neighbors to earn their respect, per 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12 (CJB)

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
of the Creator of creation.

I opened this series with a discussion of this portion in Part 1.

I look forward as a Protestant to praying this prayer with Catholic siblings everywhere.