For a few weeks as the possibly of our son not being able to remain at Teen Challenge became more likely I’ve had a few phrases cycling through my mind.
Good Words.
True Words.
This is the work He has given us to do.
(from the final prayer of our Sunday liturgy)
And it’s ours. We were made to do this work. The pain and endurance and figuring out how to do all of this.. it’s ours.
(see Interior Freedom, a small but impactful book)
From the perspective of heaven everything is going according to plan.
(from Deeper by… a pastor whose name I don’t recall. Just started reading it with my men’s group)
We are people of liturgy, creatures is habit. The words, phrases, and ideas that repeat in our minds are the things we’re meditating in. Things that are forming who we are.
I appreciate the historic and global liturgy of our Anglican church. It provides words when mine fail, and stability when life’s trials may make us otherwise stumble.