tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555318375803362536.post7158833704169108374..comments2014-08-23T17:52:09.135-04:00Comments on Contemplative without a Cloister: A Holy TrystJudith Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02822972839452208537noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555318375803362536.post-75535840036379049602011-12-12T10:42:39.154-05:002011-12-12T10:42:39.154-05:00Peter, thanks. I must say that if I was the mother...Peter, thanks. I must say that if I was the mother of 22 children I would be throwing my apron backwards over my head and possibly throwing in the towel also! I doubt I would feel up to the task of taking a few quiet moments with God but, I dare say, I would be requesting God's help just to get through the day!Judith Lawrencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02822972839452208537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555318375803362536.post-16795831313510191402011-12-12T10:23:37.448-05:002011-12-12T10:23:37.448-05:00Judith, I'm challenged.
The call to come dail...Judith, I'm challenged. <br />The call to come daily to be with God and hold oneself "still within her centre where God would dwell within her soul" brought to mind a couple of situations: <br />Our mutual colleague and friend Glynis testified that during her bout with cancer, Psalm 46:10 was impressed deeply on her, "Be still and know that I am God." <br />And from two centuries or so ago, Suzanna Wesley, mother of 22 children (I think), was said to take time alone, shutting herself in with God, amidst all the activity around, by sitting on her chair and throwing her apron backwards over her head.<br />Hmm. I guess it CAN be done!Peter Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15529992196266271463noreply@blogger.com