Our Collective Journal

December 2012/January 2013

 

"I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints

in writing of my experience of the goodness of God." 

--John Woolman  

 

Chapter 10

When has the Light been hidden? 

 

Universal Light Within, painting by Ron Waddams

www.larrenart.org.uk/about_artist.htm


 

Waiting for a Child

Thinking of a time of waiting could not be easier.  The Light has been on a dimmer switch for the past year and a half.  In spite of our deep desires and vibrant hopes, my... [more]

 
 

Finding Home

I've been searching for over a year, waiting expectantly to find Home.

 

Actually, I've been looking for home since the day I left an untenable, unsafe home and marriage five years ago.  I also remember occasions... [more]

 
 

Opening the Gift

The first all-church retreat that I attended with West Hills Friends featured Stan T. as our retreat speaker.  This was in the early- or mid-1990s, when I was already several years into a spiritual struggle... [more]

 
 

Something Happened

Without warning, I would feel a sudden pain inside my belly.  It was always a sharp, stabbing pain.  After a moment, the pain would vanish as inexplicably as it had arrived. For a couple of... [more]

 
 

In the Shadows

Where the shadows live

Where the terrors of imagination

Stalk me

Till I sink under

The nightmare of dreaming

 

The dark specter haunts me

my daydreams taunt me

I seal the past

Hidden at last

In the dark places

That I never forget

 

I have faced... [more]

 
 

Waiting in the Silence

This story is one of many that could be told from this time of challenge and fear.  As in any complex situation, multiple threads can be followed and multiple stories told.

 

Years ago I was in... [more]

 
 

I Am Not a Patient Woman

I am not a patient woman.

 

As a teenager, I waited for a respectable way to leave home and then I waited to find a respectable place to live when I was no longer welcome at... [more]

 
 

When the Light was Hidden

The darkest time for me in the last year was a place where the sun shines more than 350 days a year.  



 

I went to Botswana with hopes of serving and of immersing myself in... [more]

 
 

Waiting for Justice

I’d been in California for much longer than I’d anticipated.  I longed to go home, but God was leading me to do something first about a work-related injustice.  The health plan for the law firm... [more]

 
 
Disciples John and Peter on the Way to the Tomb on Easter Morning (Oil on Canvas 1898) by Eugene Burnand
 

Stories in this Chapter

Waiting for a Child

 

Finding Home

 

Opening the Gift

 

Something Happened

 

In the Shadows

 

Waiting in the Silence

 

I Am Not a Patient Woman

 

When the Light was Hidden

 

Waiting for Justice