Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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"Lord, if your people need me, I will not refuse the work. Your will be done." ~St. Martin of Tours My big brother Buster was headed to Viet Nam, saying his goodbyes, when I stood beside him in this photograph and smiled. I had no idea what was ahead of him. This was…
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Today is the fifth of November. How can that be? Does anyone else feel the swoosh of time flying by? If I'm not careful, with just a blink it will be December Eve. November is full of writing challenges – novel writing, nonfiction writing, blogging… Why? Who decided this was a month to focus on writing?…
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There is no way to peace. Peace is the way. ~A.J. MusteDutch Reverend and Christian Pacifist, 20th century (We owe it to them, don't you think?) Dona Nobis Pacem (Grant us Peace.) Linking up with the 2011 Blog Blast for Peace. Will you join us?
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Almost every morning for years now I've walked the same mile of rocky, caliche road, up to the bend and back. Some mornings I veer off into the woods or along the creek bed. The seasons trade places quietly; changes are subtle when you're watching every day. This morning I felt the touch of autumn…
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…even before my eyes pop open, I pray… giving thanks, asking for guidance, and for the needs of my loved ones. That done, I stumble to the bathroom, splash water on my face, brush my teeth, "take care of business", and then head to the kitchen and start my coffee brewing. I need a bit…
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Last night Tom and I split a Subway sandwich for dinner, sitting on the restaurant's deck overlooking what used to be an arm of Lake Travis. Car tracks were visible, cutting right down the middle of the dry, grassy lake bed. Wanting a closer look, we headed to a nearby park, but we were distracted…
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…And a Happy Friday!
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Daniel heard whimpers from the edge of our porch. Following the sound, he discovered our neighbor's dog, Haley, lying in the dirt. Cuts covered her body – her eye, her paws, her belly, her thigh – blood oozing, but thankfully, not pouring out. He helped her up onto the porch. She couldn't walk on her…
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Dear God, Thank you for this day, for letting me wake in Mam-ma's room, surrounded by so many sweet memories. Thank you for the sounds of Daddy, moving around the kitchen, and the rumbling thunder outside, a promise of rain on this parched land. Thank you for this time with my Mama and Daddy, and…
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It's a toss-up which I love the best, autumn's electric blue sky stretching cloudless from horizon to horizon or summer's sky of robin blue, dotted with cloud-dogs and cloud-dragons and cloud-ships. But even I, lover of blue skies and sunshine, can appreciate the beauty of a stormy sky, of the grays and pinks… …of…
Long Hollow 