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  • #46
    I was 17 when I met Paul. He fell in love with me. I did not love him the same way. Time came, time went. Paul met God and loved Him. I met God and loved Him. In later years, Paul and I shared this love together and celebrated the poignant moments of our youth. Before he left this earth rather suddenly, Paul gave this song to me on CD. Life is short, but I look forward to sharing love of God with him again, and with all my Brothers and Sisters, eternally.

    Ode to Joy and Love in Him
    Last edited by IMJerusha; May 6th, 2015, 10:48 AM.
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    • #47
      If you come to a point in life where you have difficulty thinking of something important to you that you got wrong, chances are you're doing it again.
      You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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      • #48
        Lately the Psalms have been a present comfort to me, coming to me in parts and phrases.

        ...you, Lord, protect me. You bring me honor; you give me hope. I will pray to the Lord and he will answer me from his holy mountain. I can lie down to rest and know that I will wake up, because the Lord covers and protects me.
        You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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        • #49
          A Momentary Life...

          Originally posted by Town Heretic View Post
          A place to make brief observations of the moments in your life that speak to you.

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          I don't know their names these
          birds at my window singing

          some thing joyful
          a dove that has come to my window sill to visit on more than one occasion

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          • #50
            I taught my dog to recognise the different birds songs.....he used to love the blackbird most...we would hear the blackbird and stop and wait for his mate to reply "where is she?"

            He would wuff happily in the direction of her song when it came.....
            One lavished upon in the Beloved
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            • #51
              “We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.”

              Brother Lawrence, The Practice of the Presence of God
              You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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              • #52
                Whenever I worry about the sort of world Jack will grow into I remember that my son and his fellows will be taking the reigns of that world one day and I have hope for it...Jack is the inheritor of hope. All our children should be.

                But hoping for them isn't enough. It's our job to keep the world of adults from beating it out of him, from reducing his joy and his love of everyone he meets to disappointment and resignation. It's our job to model something better for him, to not be complicit in the cynicism of an age that values what we do and forgets what we are, to remind him daily that the damage we've done this world and one another is the sum of separating the two and to leave him undivided.

                If we can do that for our children and our grandchildren then they can do what we failed to do in and with this world and they won't only have hope to hold onto.
                You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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                • #53
                  Love God and live in gratitude. We are saved from ourselves not by ourselves.

                  God keep you.
                  You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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                  • #54
                    The best thing about angry voices is the silence after.
                    You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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                    • #55
                      Carry what you can. Give the rest to God. It's a simple recipe for happiness, but it can be a difficult adjustment. We're accustomed to celebrating our own ingenuity and ability and worrying after our frailties and faults. But in the end it's simpler than that, frighteningly so until we adjust.

                      I remember how much I wanted to dive from the high dive as a kid. Couldn't wait to climb that ladder, terrified, happy. Reached the top and walked to the point of decision and looked down. Eventually I leaped. Eventually I found the joy in it. But the climb. That's really the hardest part. I just didn't know it until I felt the water again.
                      You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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                      • #56
                        Originally posted by Town Heretic View Post
                        Carry what you can. Give the rest to God. It's a simple recipe for happiness, but it can be a difficult adjustment. We're accustomed to celebrating our own ingenuity and ability and worrying after our frailties and faults. But in the end it's simpler than that, frighteningly so until we adjust.

                        I remember how much I wanted to dive from the high dive as a kid. Couldn't wait to climb that ladder, terrified, happy. Reached the top and walked to the point of decision and looked down. Eventually I leaped. Eventually I found the joy in it. But the climb. That's really the hardest part. I just didn't know it until I felt the water again.
                        I so identify with this! I climbed the ladder to the "high diving board" fully confident that it would be easy-peasey for me. Oh how wrong was I! There was a line up behind me as I stood on the end of the board absolutely terrified out of my wits. Sheer unwillingness to admit defeat and look the coward forced me to
                        jump off. I've never done it again!

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                        • #57
                          Originally posted by bybee View Post
                          I so identify with this! I climbed the ladder to the "high diving board" fully confident that it would be easy-peasey for me. Oh how wrong was I! There was a line up behind me as I stood on the end of the board absolutely terrified out of my wits. Sheer unwillingness to admit defeat and look the coward forced me to
                          jump off. I've never done it again!
                          That's about where I found myself with the decision to trust God and step into the educational bid after a number of years away and at my age and situation. It's been partly exhilarating and partly terrifying, but now I'm mostly calm, taking a breath, ready for the next plunge, confident in my lifeguard.
                          You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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                          • #58
                            Originally posted by IMJerusha View Post
                            I was 17 when I met Paul. He fell in love with me. I did not love him the same way. Time came, time went. Paul met God and loved Him. I met God and loved Him. In later years, Paul and I shared this love together and celebrated the poignant moments of our youth. Before he left this earth rather suddenly, Paul gave this song to me on CD. Life is short, but I look forward to sharing love of God with him again, and with all my Brothers and Sisters, eternally.

                            Ode to Joy and Love in Him
                            beautiful !!!!

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                            • #59
                              Our faith isn't something we approach, but is, instead, a thing we inhabit.
                              You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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                              • #60
                                Jack went with me to a local cemetery the other day while I paid respects to a couple of absent friends. He noticed a number of children's graves along the paths. He appreciated the way some parents had placed pinwheels and bright colors. He thought the children would like them.

                                Eventually he asked me if I would die and I said yes, but I didn't think it would be any time soon. That seemed to satisfy him on the point.

                                We went on a bit more and then, after some silence, he said, "When you die we should bury you near the children." And he smiled.

                                My son.
                                You aren't what you eat, but you're always what you swallow.

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