Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: I believe in prayer
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Tiny almond-shaped eyes – chocolate drops full of innocence, ignorant of the violence that brought us all together – peered at me over her mother's shoulder. She wore a yellow romper and sky blue bonnet, such a contrast to the black and white donned by the rest of us who formed a circle of love…
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Every intersection in the road of life is an opportunity to make a decision. ~ Duke Ellington "So you decided to leave in the morning?" Tom asked when he arrived home from work yesterday evening and I was still sitting at the computer. "I don't know! I'm still trying to decide!" He rolled his eyes. I…
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This morning I planted prayer requests in my virtual world; within moments, sweet thoughts and assurance of prayer blossomed before my eyes. I believe prayer is powerful, and I believe the prayer and good wishes that joined my own today get a lot of the credit for my sister's surgery being so successful. Full recovery…
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Prayer weaves its way throughout my being, throughout my day … a strong fiber holding the pieces together, supporting me, lifting me … a light breaking the darkness, revealing blessings, allowing hope. Today, and for the next several days, weeks, months, I'm asking for your prayer to join mine… About the time most of us…
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I circled “College Degree/Career Woman” on my life map long ago. The specifics were vague, but I had faith they’d become clear along the way. Sure enough, after high school, I stepped onto a sure-fire route: "Full Scholarship in Chemical Engineering". The path turned bumpy right away: tough classes in subjects that didn't interest me;…
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I stepped out this morning to a world washed by a silent rain. It surprised me, seeing the puddles on the porch and the drops glistening in the trees. I hadn't expected it to rain last night, didn't hear it tapping on our metal roof. How much more surprised the people of Japan must have…
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Wildflowers are waking up, dotting the caliche roadside. Mostly yellow for now, although Tom said he spotted some small blue ones. (He cheats – he has bifocals and can wear his glasses all the time.) So yesterday morning I switched camera lenses and turned my attention from the treetops, where I'd been searching for birds,…
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…dust to dust. Tonight I'll be reminded of my mortality … of the swiftness of life … of my transgressions. No need to remind me of my mortality. Lately, I'll be going about my business and then suddenly I have this impression, or perhaps you could even call it a vision, of my life in…
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Thomas Merton said that, not me. But I like it. I spend my day in silence. In prayer. In the mornings, it's just me, the dogs and my thoughts. Most of the day I'm on my own in a little office with very little co-worker conversation. At night, Tom sighs and leaves me to the…
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Surreal. Sitting where just weeks ago I danced, now praying, chanting, "Hail Mary, full of grace…", my voice joining with almost 300 others, Catholic and non-Catholic, drawn together by shared admiration and affection, our breath turning frosty in the cold of the hangar, our eyes full of tears, surrounded by airplanes, pieces of airplanes, miniature…
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