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Prayerfully Yours

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Here are a few prayers to think about and/or practice at your leisure. They come to me from everywhere…books, devotionals, sermons, and even the ether. Happy Sunday.

Thank you loving Father, for watching over all seasons of my life. Help me to trust in you and enjoy the life you’ve given me. (Our Daily Bread)

Jesus Christ, the great I AM, have mercy on me. (to be repeated until desired effect is felt)

My Father in Heaven, Infinite Spirit of life and love and wisdom and power, in whom I live and move and have my being, whence cometh my help, manifest Thyself in me. Help me to open myself to the highest wisdom and insight and love and power, that I may serve Thee and my fellow-man, and all my fellow-creatures faithfully, and that I may have the Divine guidance and care, and that all my needs be supplied. Oh Christ within, enfold and lead me and reign supreme, that the One Life that is my life I may realize and manifest ever more fully. I am strong in the Infinite Spirit of life and love and wisdom and power. I have and shall have the Divine guidance and care; for it is the Father that worketh in me – My Father works and I work. Amen. Ralph Waldo Trine (In Tune With the Infinite)

What does 'I am' mean? - Quora

 

 

Canine Companionship

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How in the world can you not feel lighthearted with a photo like this to behold. These are two of my grand-dogs enjoying a little leisure during their twice daily cliff walk. They are Kibo and Izzy and they live in the Channel Islands. Happy Friday.

I Write Because…

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I write because thoughts swirl around in my head and I sometimes don’t know what to do with them. Writing them down gets them out of my head and maybe sometimes into someone else’s.

Take last Friday evening for instance. A young couple in their early thirties was enjoying a lovely summer evening under a tree on a park bench in downtown Toronto. They were here from France on work permits and expecting a baby.

Suddenly, a large branch of the Siberian elm, which was their shade, fell from the tree and hit the young man as he leaned in to protect his wife. It killed him. Dead. On the spot. How can that be? Here one second and gone the next.

These thoughts have been on my mind since that tragic evening. I write because I think it will help ease my mind but I know the questions will go to bed with me again tonight.

Why is a young wife and her unborn child stranded in Canada without the husband she shared a park bench with at the end of a busy day? Why did the branch fall? Why Canada and not France?

I write because I care.