Like Kevin, I believe Ian living a life steeped in gratitude. But I have moments during the day, I forget the precise presence of God. I continue to bring my mind back…..

Love does what is in the best interests of the beloved. Sometimes we are are both lover and beloved.

My daughter struggles with ptsd, having been molested by a neighbor as a child and raped as an adult. As her mother I can only do so much, which is very little. It presents me with the opportunity to place her in God’s hands every time I begin to fret and worry.

Living and loving the best I can right now.

The wind.

My own life path. What is gone, what took its place.

I do not want to think of my past, searching for what went wrong and how it affected or affects me now. I want to live today fully engaged in the eternal now.

I express my creativity through how I live my daily life. Thru the calligraphy I do.

I have the beginnings of a cold. I can be kind to myself by being gentle and lowering my expectations of what I can and should do this day.

I don’t know. I only have hope that my contribution is for the good and faith that my efforts will bear good fruit. To attempt to know or do more seems to be to be shining my light instead of letting my light shine.

I am reminded that Jesus said to “LET your light shine” not “Shine your light”. Similarly, I cannot teach anyone anything they are not interested in learning. I can, however, allow them to feel my gratitude or at least bear witness to the gratitude of my daily life.

Don’t add to their suffering.

Another way to ask this question might be
“How can I participate in keeping what is sacred in me sacred?”
By being mindful, aware of the Presence within and outside of myself. That awareness then guides my actions, attitudes and thoughts.
I must admit to lapses of such awareness, but I have confidence that the beloved Presence, who doesn’t lapse in awareness, continues to participate In preserving in me what is sacred.

Thank you, Aine. I appreciate it.

Yes, Anna, it is. She sees herself as irrevocably broken. I see the beautiful innocence of my daughter.

Thank you for your kindness, Sheila.

Mostly I find it is requiring perseverance and stamina, Francine. Sometimes I am caught up in feeling upset before I remember to place her.

Oh! Well said, Patjos!

Blessings of healing, peace and continued hope be yours, Antoinette.

Thanks, Trevor!