Beatitudes for the Disabled
Blessed are you who take time to listen to defective speech, for you help us to know that if we persevere, we can be understood.
Blessed are you who walk with us in public places and ignore the stares of strangers, for in your companionship we find havens of relaxation.
Blessed are you that never bids us "hurry up" and more blessed are you that do not snatch our tasks from our hands to do them for us, for often we need time rather than help.
Blessed are you who stand beside us as we enter new ventures, for our failures will be outweighed by times we surprise ourselves and you.
Blessed are you who ask for our help, for our greatest need is to be needed.
Blessed are you when by all these things you assure us that the thing that makes us individuals is not our peculiar muscles, nor our wounded nervous system, but is the God-given self that no infirmity can confine.
Blessed are those who realize that I am human and don't expect me to be saintly just because I am disabled.
Blessed are those who pick things up without being asked.
Blessed are those who understand that sometimes I am weak and not just lazy.
Blessed are those who forget my disability of the body and see the shape of my soul.
Blessed are those who see me as a whole person, unique and complete, and not as a "half", and one of God's mistakes.
Blessed are those who love me just as I am without wondering what I might have been like.
Blessed are my friends on whom I depend, for they are the substance and joy of my life.
Marjorie Chappell
from: Laughter, Silence & Shouting - an anthology of Women's Prayers
ed. Kathy Keay Harper San Francisco, 1994
Every morning lean thine arms a while
upon the window sill of heaven
and gaze upon the Lord.
Then with the vision in thy heart
turn strong to meet the day.
mary k. morand
(SoFine's Cards)
The Smallest Prayer
God hears the very smallest prayer,
Nor sends a cross too great to bear,
And though we stumble now and then,
He always picks us up again.
There is no moment day or night,
When we are hidden from His sight,
No wall too high nor door too stout,
To keep His loving care without.
His ways are wiser than our own,
His strength remains when ours is gone,
We must not doubt nor question why,
He sends the answers by and by.
And this I know within my heart,
All darkness fades and shadows part
And that sometime, somehow, somewhere,
God HEARS and ANSWERS every Prayer!
grace e. easely
salesian missions
(thanks Eileen for that simple, but so true prayer! I LOVE YOU TOO!)
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NO JOKES HERE! I WAS YOUNG! YES, THAT'S A TREE I'M SITTING IN! AND BELIEVE ME, THERE'S A STORY BEHIND THAT ONE TOO!
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From A WOMAN'S Point Of View
BOY, THAT WAS A LONG ONE!
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