Good morning…
A short poem greets me in the middle of this full-bellied night.
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One on Thanksgiving
one hand opens in grief
the other in gratitude
pressing them together to pray
—Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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All across the globe, we open one hand in grief, missing those missing from our homes. Our other hand holds gratitude for the love that is palpable, an eternal bond spanning time and space.
I quietly press both hands together to pray and revisit some photos that graced yesterday.
Grief and gratitude grow hand-in-hand, as we pray through each night and wake up to each day.
Stay wide-awake in prayer. Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything. Be quick to give a meal to the hungry, a bed to the homeless—cheerfully. Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes! (1 Peter 4:7-11, MSG).
…Sue…
