“We pledge our love, first and forever to You – from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health – until death once and for all marries us to You.”

Only Love Himself with a severe mercy could breach the Shining Barrier and, by breaching it, save that guarded love for the eternity it longed for.

– A Severe Mercy, Sheldon Vanauken

If everything is lost, thanks be to God
If I must see it go, watch it go,
Watch it fade away, die
Thanks be to God that He is all I have
And if I have Him not, I have nothing at all
Nothing at all, only a farewell to the wind
Farewell to the grey sky
Goodbye, God be with you evening October sky.
If all is lost, thanks be to God,
For He is He, and I, I am only I.

|Parallels of parenting and spiritual parenting|

As a parent, the urge and instinct is to keep the child on the “straight path”, to make sure the child doesn’t mess up, doesn’t make a mistake, doesn’t fail a paper, doesn’t fall down and bleed, does all the right things to “succeed” in life. In other words, to be perfect.

But that is too much pressure on both the parent and the child. To squelch and control the child like this is to kill the child. Too sanitized, too naïve to survive in this world. To fall down and bleed, to fail, to mess up, to be broken – these experiences will build invaluable depth.

And so it is with spiritual parenting.

To let go, walk alongside, and wait. Because the rewards of (spiritual) parenting come decades down the road (or perhaps never, this side of heaven).

My fairest Galatea,

How can I part from you?
Your smile radiates heat warmer than desert sand.
How can I break this orbit, escaping my every thought of you?
Be left holding this glass slipper in my hand?

Immaculate Galatea, how you have wrecked me so.
Your gaze more entrancing than the shooting stars above.
I am atrophied; dimmed at years before your marble glow.
I’ve starved myself of bread to taste your love.

Bewitching Galatea, I must divorce from you.
Go from perfect marble feet to that of clay.
I confess, my heart gives way at giving up on you.
But I must break from your spell or waste away.

Royal Galatea, I cannot keep you crowned,
Ruling my heart’s warmth from far off lands.
I searched for you — the fairy tale I never found.
Now I must dash the marble idol of my hands.

My fairest Galatea, I must now part from you.
No longer will I drink deeply of Cupid’s wine.
I see now, that every pant and aching thought of you,
Was nothing less than thirst for the Divine.

– Greg Morse

“Notice how we are perpetually surprised at Time. (‘How time flies! Fancy John being grown-up & married! I can hardly believe it!’) In heaven’s name, why? Unless, indeed, there is something in us which is not temporal.”

– C.S. Lewis

He shall return in robes of white
The blazing sun shall pierce the night
And I will rise among the saints
My gaze transfixed on Jesus’ face

“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.” – 1 Corinthians 13:12