...a word from Kathy

O ften, I get stuck in circle of thought.  This week I’m stuck on the words, “eyes of my heart.”  I’m struggling to understand this simple but complex phrase. Assisi, Italy I’ve used the term, open your eyes , but mostly in traffic situations when a driver may have frustrated me!!  Or when my husband is diligently searching our frig for an item and I casually walk up and pluck it from the shelf, open your eyes !  In kinder days, I open my eyes and catch a blue bird flying by.  Or I notice small flowers on the roadside, or the magnolias beginning to bloom.  My eyes are also open to see hurting people on the news and in my city.  I see division and anger.   As I try to live with open eyes, I'm not sure I live with the eyes of my heart.  I have even arrogantly asked God to open his eyes and heal our world, heal those I hold close, heal the pain and suffering and division.  These examples of my pleas to God have a commonality for they seek a...

B ack in my childhood days, we were wanderers.  I remember jumping on my bicycle to explore with the only rule being, "be home by suppertime."  Lord knows, how far we'd ride and certainly my mother never really knew how far and wide we'd go! I still have memories of those explored places, hidden bike routes, plum trees we borrowed from, and even pomegranate trees with fruit that confused us. Wandering and wondering were good for my childhood. I learned that exploration and curiosity can be helpful to understanding.  Now, I admit that there were a few times that my mama had to "teach me" some difficult lessons when my wanderings went sideways.  But I still learned, I still had a chance to see for myself. Such was the case for these men on the road to Emmaus. Certainly, after their last few days these guys must have been experiencing a wandering and a wondering existence.  For suddenly, life as they had expected and even anticipated had gone sideways. Now that...