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Direct our paths

6/6/06 Our Heavenly Father, thank you for the rest of the night, for the beauty and opportunities of this day. Guide and direct our actions this day – help us to be better listeners – to be more tolerant and patient with others and to be more willing to forgive those we need to forgive.  Amen

Guided paths. Directed sunbeams. I love watching how the morning  sun lights up different things in its path. Yes, I loved the Indiana Jones movie with him attaching the crystal to a specific height staff on a specific day to light up the map room location of the ark of the covenant’s resting site.

Abu Simbel is a real artifact that demonstrates the mathematical capabilities and building expertise of the ancients. What if every house that was built took the angles of the sun into mind, carefully focusing light on doorways or a single chip of stained glass in the doorways?

Really! How did they do this? Without CAD, without calculators, without Google, without Home Depot? Aliens?

My daily actions are not so grandiose, but my paths are directed and the object the SON of God is focusing my attention on are His paths for me. He has already made the calculations. He knows the cost. I just get to be Indiana Jones’ accomplice…please God, I hate snakes, too, but his girlfriend Marion did have a nice dress.

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To pause more often

Card before grassy lawn
About to mow

5/30/06 Our Father in Heaven, Hear again our thanks for life and health & our daily bread. Continue to remind us of your Grace and prayers answered. Remind us too – to pause more often – to remember and honor those who have served this nation and to reach out to those who mourn. Amen

To pause more often is necessary when I cut my grass. I am not quick, nor am I very strong. I push through it using my push mower. The low tech solution to landscaping fits me right now. I am guaranteed at least 2 hours cutting, without benefit of gasoline power, my city lawn.

I take plenty of pauses, otherwise I might keel over. It is strangely comforting to do things in an old fashioned manner. Gaps between neighbors got bigger as yards grew in direct proportion to the ease with which we could cut our grass.

Like baking bread, using Mom’s old ceramic bowl to mix, and then let rise, I am reconnected to my roots.

It is good to reconnect. Wish me luck cutting.