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Grateful for Truth

Subjective Truth … …. Objective Truth … …. Relative Truth … Absolute Truth … We live in a world of “fake news” – identifying truth is challenging. Just today, one headline described a press conference as “fact-free.” The Pew Research Center writes, “Many think America is experiencing a crisis in facts and truth, and they…

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Grateful for Solitude

The parting words on NPR All Things Considered some years ago were,  “The mind is sharper and keener in seclusion and uninterrupted solitude. No big laboratory is needed in which to think. Originality thrives in seclusion free of outside influences beating upon us to cripple the creative mind. Be alone, that is the secret of invention; be…

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Grateful for Rest

Thinking about rest. I read Kenison’s memoir, The Gift of an Ordinary Day, not long ago. Her definition of home sticks with me. “Home can be anyplace in which we create our own sense of rest and peace as we tend to the spaces in which we eat and sleep and play. It is a…

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Grateful for Quiet

It’s been one of those days! I need to quiet my soul. I’ve collected thoughts from others today – I hope anyone reading might find them helpful. Being still before God…not just in body, but in mind, thought, …pausing the replaying of the day in my head ….setting aside the planning of conversations for tomorrow …being…

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Grateful for the Present

In past years, I read Jesus Calling by Sarah Young. It was uncanny how the daily readings could so easily be applied to the circumstances of whatever day I was reading. I made note of this thought … Yes!  I would love to see a map of the future … or at least I think…

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Grateful for the Ordinary

In The New Yorker, November 26, 2007, this poem was published …  Our life is ordinary,I read in a crumpled paperabandoned on a bench.Our life is ordinary,the philosophers told me. Ordinary life, ordinary days and cares,a concert, a conversation,strolls on the town’s outskirts,good news, bad— but objects and thoughtswere unfinished somehow,rough drafts. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2007/11/26/ordinary-life I love…

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