Toy Soldiers outside my Mom's retirement residence
I love it when I get up before the birds, God. I love it when it is dark and quiet and still.
Maybe because it is easier to hear You in the silence? Or maybe because it is just so very peaceful. YOUR PEACE. For one thing, today is one of my WANTA BE sabbath days — when I don’t do business. It leaves me free to visit with friends and really HEAR them.
As I went home last night from visiting with Mom (Marjorie the First) I was struck by the LIGHTS. I don’t usually visit that late so I was surprised by the Christmas lights. And I thought about how You came as Light so that the people who dwelt in Darkness would see a Great Light. Sigh. We have created our own lights and distract ourselves, don’t we. And I am sitting in front of one of our manmade lights — my computer screen. Yet, none of these things need keep us from SEEING YOU.
Your coming was also announced as the WORD. And now I am smiling. I love words. Centering Prayer, where one sits in Your Presence and remains silent — letting all thoughts pass through — has been very helpful. And, God, it is true that You are most here in my pauses between words. But yesterday I was struck at how important it is for us to speak. To speak our hopes and our fears — to speak forth on our own behalf. YOU DIDN’T, did You. And now thoughts are tumbling out and about. So please help me here. When I say SPEAK ON OUR OWN BEHALF — I don’t mean argue. I don’t mean plead. I don’t mean blame. I mean to speak my heart truth with dignity and self respect and compassion. THAT IS PART OF LOVING MYSELF. Ah, yes. Back on the question of what does it mean to love ourselves — and then to love our neighbors as we love ourselves. HEAR THEM! HEAR YOURSELF! All RIGHT!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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