Carry On!
In the thick of things, we find life.
In the weeds is growth.
In the storms comes refreshment.
In the morning sunlight comes sight.
Color my world with green and gravity--
with hope and possibilities.
May the running waters refresh my soul
and be a testament of potentiality.
Nature finds a way and so must I.
The rains are replenishing.
New life comes amidst the debris.
God is present with me as I carry on.
Nita Gilger
The creek below our big bluff is one of my favorite parts of our property. It is sometimes dry and sometimes flowing. Each season has its gifts and offerings. With the recent rains, the creek has some flowing water and an abundance of new growth. The stream is trying its best to work around fallen branches, moss and rocks. It is finding its way. I am finding my way too. It is not always clear or easy but I know that I am given just what I need to embrace life and co-create with God.
Prayer: Thank you for replenishing rains and hope O'Lord. Help me to carry on with a creative, full love. Amen.
In the thick of things, we find life.
In the weeds is growth.
In the storms comes refreshment.
In the morning sunlight comes sight.
Color my world with green and gravity--
with hope and possibilities.
May the running waters refresh my soul
and be a testament of potentiality.
Nature finds a way and so must I.
The rains are replenishing.
New life comes amidst the debris.
God is present with me as I carry on.
Nita Gilger
The creek below our big bluff is one of my favorite parts of our property. It is sometimes dry and sometimes flowing. Each season has its gifts and offerings. With the recent rains, the creek has some flowing water and an abundance of new growth. The stream is trying its best to work around fallen branches, moss and rocks. It is finding its way. I am finding my way too. It is not always clear or easy but I know that I am given just what I need to embrace life and co-create with God.
Prayer: Thank you for replenishing rains and hope O'Lord. Help me to carry on with a creative, full love. Amen.
Carrying On as a Spiritual Practice
Jay McDaniel
Today, many people in my country — and around the world — are struggling simply to carry on.
Nita Gilger’s poem and prayer remind us of something easily forgotten: that we live in a world where resilience is woven into the fabric of life itself — in the more-than-human world, in green and gravity, in storms and weeds, in running water and sunlight.
Hope does not come from us alone.
It rises through creeks and rivers, through winds and roots — and through God, moving with and through all of these.
We all have our creeks to which we can turn. It can be a resilient houseplant, a plant growing through the cracks of a sidewalk, or the gracious arrival of morning sunlight. It can be a friend who reaches out in a time of crisis, or simply a friend who carries on with us, even as nothing can be fixed.
With Nita Gilger, our simple response to the gift of seeing others carry on, with us and apart from us, is:
Thank you. And I will carry on, too.
Nita Gilger’s poem and prayer remind us of something easily forgotten: that we live in a world where resilience is woven into the fabric of life itself — in the more-than-human world, in green and gravity, in storms and weeds, in running water and sunlight.
Hope does not come from us alone.
It rises through creeks and rivers, through winds and roots — and through God, moving with and through all of these.
We all have our creeks to which we can turn. It can be a resilient houseplant, a plant growing through the cracks of a sidewalk, or the gracious arrival of morning sunlight. It can be a friend who reaches out in a time of crisis, or simply a friend who carries on with us, even as nothing can be fixed.
With Nita Gilger, our simple response to the gift of seeing others carry on, with us and apart from us, is:
Thank you. And I will carry on, too.