Despite my migraine, the moment I began to pray two days ago, this little conversation came vividly to mind:
The LORD must wait for you to come to him so he can show you his love and compassion (Isaiah 30:18; NLT).
Let’s visit the garden
Where Jesus is waiting
To listen, and talk with him daily
Let’s live in the garden
Where Jesus is dwelling,
Communing as one with our Saviour,
But where is this garden,
The heaven we long for?
It’s here, deep within you,
The temple we share.
Don’t you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? (1 Corinthians 6:19; NLT).
Christ is all that matters, and he lives in all of us (Colossians 3:11; NLT).
Be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age (Matthew 28:20; NLT).
I long for the Lord more than sentries long for the dawn (Psalm 130:6; NLT).
All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them (John 14:23; NLT).
She lived as a widow to the age of eighty-four. She never left the Temple but stayed there day and night, worshiping God with fasting and prayer (Luke 2:37; NLT).
Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom.” And Jesus replied, “I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise” (Luke 23:42-3; NLT).
The Rosary Hospital
While I was ill in bed earlier this week, I received an exciting packet of broken rosaries, which turned out to be full of treasures.
As an example, here is a centrepiece I might easily have discarded, because at first glance, it was so clouded and obscure that the picture of Our Lady was barely visible. It looked sticky, as if the resin might have begun to de-nature far beyond restoration. However, after a gentle wash and dry, this is the result – a sparkling centrepiece in mint condition, ready for a whole new life as part of a rosary yet to be made.