the unforced rhythms of grace.

“Die before you die. There is no chance after.”

The man who has God for his treasure has all things in One. Many ordinary treasures may be denied him, or if he is allowed to have them, the enjoyment of them will be so tempered that they will never be necessary to his happiness. Or if he must see them go, one after one, he will scarcely feel a sense of loss, for having the Source of all things he has in One all satisfaction, all pleasure, all delight. Whatever he may lose he has actually lost nothing, for he now has it all in One, and he has it purely, legitimately and forever.

I have learned that when the low winter sun shines through the window into your room and into your soul, it is mandatory to sit and bask in it for as long as it wishes to stay. Much like the other blessings in life, they have to be caught in the moment for the knowledge that they shall not stay forever, or at least not continuously. Only those who are empty can be filled, only those whose palms are open can receive, only those who hunger and thirst can be satisfied. Blessed are those who lack, for they shall be filled. Blessed are those have not what they wish to have. Blessed are those who mourn. Blessed are those who wait. Blessed are those who hurt. Blessed are those who are confused. Blessed are the patient. Blessed are the wounded. Blessed are the empty.