Falling in Love…with God

Holding hands

"I am thankful for...."

by Melissa Borgmann-Kiemde, Visitation Companion

I love falling in love. I keep thinking and ruminating on this. The falling-in-love-phenomenon that is my life, that is all of our lives, if we are so lucky. That tingly, beside-ourselves school-girl experience that makes you giggle and blush and rejoice in your daily tasks. I know Love. I know God.

These musings bubble up in my prayer as images: the delight in a child’s face, soft skin of chubby cheeks breaking into a smile as I enter the room; the touch of a hand on mine when I gasp during an action scene in the latest 007 film; the connectedness of a faith community circled in prayer reciting the Our Father — all eyes closed, lips moving, palms upright; the sight of a nun driving a mini-van en route to her home town — returning to attend a conference, but shepherding me along the scenic river route to the city where her call originated. In and through all of these, I recognize a benevolent God at work; a Creator firing my own imagination — my heart, mind, spirit.

I’m in love. I know God.

Counting my blessings this day, I keep giving thanks. On facebook, I note the phenomenon that is gratitude list-making  as we count our November days. I am tempted to start a litany of my own: “Ways I know God’s love as we all make our way toward Thanksgiving and the Advent Season.”

Here’s today’s attempt at such a gratitude list:
I am thankful for….Rumi’s poetry. Notes from Claire. Invitations from a Vis Companion. Lunch with Marsha. A joke told by Francois. Crusty homemade bread with butter. Sharp Vermont Cheddar. The wrinkled hand of a sister holding my own in the hospital. A recorded birthday message incorporating a strumming ukulele.

I’m in love. I know God.


In the quiet of your day, in your cubicle; as you bow your head before a meal; or before you lay your body down to rest, I invite you to reflect on the ways that you know God’s love. How do you find yourself falling, in deep, abiding, joyful love for your life– for the small ways that you know Love’s invitation to immerse yourself in a moment and say, “Thank you”?

Thank You

Written by Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan, Visitation Alumna

The snow dances between ice and rain outside, and as I walk through the slush it is like I am wading in waves this Leap Year. This Lent, I am throwing myself into greater gratitude. I heard my fellow blogger, Melissa, speak that she is trying to say “Thank you, for everything in her life this Lent, even the messy stuff.” Don’t we often want to leap over the messy stuff of our lives to get to the comort and grace on the other side? But the trick is leaping over the sticky stuff means you miss the good stuff, the stuff that informs our hearts, our minds and our guts to act curouageously down the road. The messiness is where wisdom and grace are born and often where we transform into greater versions of ourselves.

I hold Melissa’s intention and the stories of others I heard recently as I think about the simple and revolutionary act of the two simple words, “Thank you,” in my own Lenten prayer. How do we say thank you to God, others, ourselves even in the slushy parts of our life? So as not to leap over it all, but to really pay attention, which I am told is the beginning of devotion.

“If the only prayer you ever said in your whole life was “Thank you,” that would suffice.” -Meister Eckhart

Thank you. Amen.