New window opens
Unique opportunities—
Embrace every breath
Lessons in patience
Potential storms move away—
Sunshine breaking through
Morning’s welcome note
Invitation for breakfast—
With love sprinkled in
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When we experience a daily moment of calmness, life’s next puzzle piece seems to fit together so much easier.
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(Updated April 8)
All genuine education comes about through experience.
Hunger not to have, but to be.
John Dewey (1859-1952) was an American philosopher and educational reformer. A native of Vermont, he was born in Burlington.
Barney, an American tourist, is visiting an Aboriginal cultural site in Australia. For his enthusiastic audience, one of the guides plans to demonstrate how to throw a boomerang
He flings the L-shaped projectile outward, with the intention of it returning back to him. Or so . . . he hopes everything works out as intended.
As the summer heat burns up the air’s remaining moisture, Barney pulls out his water bottle for a thirst-quenching gulp. Unaware, he wanders right in front of the guide.
Sometimes, opposite forces must interact in a cataclysmic event. Now is one of those moments when time stands still.
The guide offers a hurried instruction, “Here it comes mate!”
Originally published October, 2020.
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In a few blessed families, there resides a well-seasoned relative with unique and insightful wisdom to share.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated April 7)
We are surrounded by modern, time-saving devices, but we never seem to have enough time.
I think that in modern America, we have far too many options for breakfast cereal and not enough options for President.
Barry Schwartz (born 1946) is an American psychologist who frequently writes about society’s relationships in terms of behavioral science.
From Psalm 23:4: Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
Always near
God’s mighty hand
From heavenly high
His creation, as planned
Mercy’s light
Shares daily bread
God’s comforting peace
Anchored at faith’s beachhead
Gospel’s breath
Fills from His Word
God delivers hope
Future no longer blurred
Harmony
Blessed with God’s love
Grace feeds man’s spirit
Established from above
Righteous road
God walks with thee
Promises fulfilled
Enemy’s darkness flees
From Genesis 28:15: “Know that I am with you and will keep you wherever you go and will bring you back to this land, for I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.”
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God desires that every believer nourishes each sown seed of faith through immersion in prayer and His Word.
Do you write a daily journal? This inspiring thought comes from my journal, and much of what is written in my journal comes from reading and commenting on other bloggers’ posts. Thanks to many of you for adding so much to my journal.
(Updated April 6)
Nothing tends more to cement the hearts of Christians than praying together.
From Matthew 20:18: “For where two or three are gathered in My name, I am there among them.”
Charles Finney (1792-1875) was an American pastor and Christian evangelist. In the years before America’s Civil War, he was an outspoken opponent of slavery.
Waking at midnight, I glance at the open bedroom window filled with what I think is early morning light. Throwing off the covers and rubbing sleep from my eyes, I hurry to the window with wonderment and then surprise.
Wandering outside in my robe and slippers, I discover the backyard is filled with an enormous oak tree. I think to myself, “Where did this tree come from? It’s never been here until now.”
Nestled under a full canopy of branches, rests a delightfully engineered tree house. From a window, a young boy’s voice beckons me, “Come on up.”
“But how?” I ask.
Without any explanation, a gentle breeze sweeps me up, and I am standing next to a handsome boy, Steven. He welcomes me to his house, and goes on to say, “I don’t often give tours during darkness in the middle of the night.”
Steven and I walk together, just the two of us, at midnight, in his magnificent tree house. I have never seen anything like his personal Shangri-La.
Each of the three small rooms is filled with a young boy’s playthings and imagination. One room overflows with games of every description, which are stacked neatly upon a shelf. On the table is a half-finished puzzle, which the two of us finish together before I begin battling another yawn.
Another room invites us in to experience beautiful music. The atmosphere feels like a concert hall filled with symphonic, harmonized sound. We relax and listen while sitting in comfy bean bag chairs, but I am beginning to feel just a bit drowsy.
The final room offers a kaleidoscope of color, with different designs on each wall and the ceiling. The floor is painted with shades brighter than any rainbow. Steven encourages me to touch any color, and it instantly changes to a more dreamy moment.
As my personal tour of Steven’s tree house wraps up, he tells me, “I hope to see you again some night. Always wake up preciously at midnight, and I’ll be here.”
The moonlight’s stardust carefully returns grandpa back to sleep; now in his bed . . . still wearing his robe and slippers.
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