On these longest nights, with a toasty fire, ginger cookies, and the bedroom rug balled up in the dining room by rambunctious dogs, I feel gratitude well up within. Not just for the comforts, the humor, the season, but I am deeply grateful for this Life: for insight, for finding the writings of Mary Baker Eddy, for this urge to know Spirit within my own self.
...and I just read this from MBE: "Prayer cannot change the unalterable Truth, nor can prayer alone give us an understanding of Truth; but prayer, coupled with a fervent habitual desire to know and do the will of God, will bring us into all Truth. Such a desire has little need of audible expression. It is best expressed in thought and in life."
So. For tonight, with Mom's flowers blooming in late autumn light, I allow gratitude to sweep into and over and through all that is known to me.
And I love you.
xoxo
4 comments:
What a peace-filled post you have gifted us with. And the lovely spring explosion of pink in the midst of our winter is such a pick-me-up.
I really enjoyed your recent comment on my blog and especially your reference to brothers as termites. I now have a new joke I can play on my 6'2" termite of a brother. It will be fun driving him crazy with that one for a while until I take pity and tell him where I got it. LOL
And oh the delight you must have felt as little Annie sang Silent Night. I got a little chill just thinking about it and how I felt at one time long ago with similar experiences.
Larabee~
It is so precious when they leave not only wisdom, but color behind as well.
With a moment of love for you
and your mother
exquisite blooms, thank you :D
happy new year to you and yours :D
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