Merry Christmas to all my friends and subscribers!
Shared a hotel room with my 88 year old father-in-law the past couple of days. Every evening he puts on his pajamas, climbs into bed, says his prayers, does his devotionals, says his quiet good night to his wife who passed away this time last year, and then goes to sleep.
Tears are running down my cheek as I watch my wife sleeping in one bed and her dad in the other. The sun is rising over the Reno Valley and I have been awake most of the night.
God works in strange ways. He talks to us when we least expect it. He reminds us to listen quietly and to reflect deeply. If I make it to 88, I want to be just like him.
I have a long way to go.
I have an old friend, Scott, who is about to have a cancerous kidney removed. I sent him a Lakota healing prayer this morning. I know that God hears every prayer, every plea for His help. No matter what your faith, no matter how you pray, do it at least every morning to start your day off right.
People of a spiritual mind need to change the atmosphere of our beloved planet. You don’t need to march, you don’t need to make a big public showing, but you do need to pray to the God of the universe, the God that is the small quiet voice within your own soul, the God from which we all sprang.
Perhaps our prayer voices can meet on the next plane and help gently nudge the vibration of the planet back into the harmonious chord from which it was created.
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