Less Is More

“To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven.”   ~Johannes A. Gaertner

So, I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to think of something appropriate to write with regards to this week’s holiday. I believe I had a flash of insight a couple of nights ago in the wee hours, but I fell back asleep almost immediately and the thought is now lost to the ethereal mists of dreams.

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‘For Special’

The cat let out a muffled yowl as I smashed his head between the toilet seat and my derriere. Surprised, I leaped forward and spun around awkwardly, trying desperately to not trip over my panties which were now twisted around my ankles. I successfully shooed him away and resumed my business. Coffee in, coffee out. Can anyone tell me how one cup of coffee can produce two liters of urine?

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A Fitting Treasure

Stabbing the end button with her finger, my friend erupted. “I’m so stupid!”  Shoving the phone into her purse, her face was flushed and angry. “I can’t believe I did that!” Apparently she had forgotten to pick something up earlier that day and the phone call she just ended was the reminder of her lapse.

She rushed about, muttering more self-condemnation under her breath as she gathered her things and snatched up her keys. Still fuming at herself, she gave me a distracted hug and left.

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A Display of the Divine

Nature is the art of God.” —Dante Alghieri

The Bible study group I belong to is currently diving into the book of Ephesians. This ancient letter has long been a favorite of mine and I’ve been eager to dig a bit deeper into it. As I sat down to study, one verse from our week’s passage stood out to me.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” (Ephesians 2:10, ESV)

I’ve read this verse a gajillion times since childhood and it’s a good one to be sure, but it wasn’t until I dug into a commentary that something new grabbed hold of me.

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Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

Shuffling my way to the kitchen, my mind was an empty carafe waiting to be filled with the sweet smell of my morning cup of coffee. I like routine and my mind doesn’t truly kick into workable gear until I’ve had my quiet time, mug in hand, moments of reflection as I gaze out at the bay. This particular morning, my routine was interrupted. As I glanced out the windows on my way to the coffee maker I was stopped in my tracks.

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Looking out the large bay windows, the morning mist covered the hills on the far side of the view. The water was glass, smooth and perfectly still. Wisps of mist hovered over it’s surface, cotton candy tufts reflected in the watery mirror. I watched the sun peek over the farthest hill, it’s soft yellow beams stirring the misty phantoms, making them dance away with the last of the morning darkness.

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Clear Vision

Sitting back on the couch, I tucked my feet under me to get more comfortable. I looked around the room at the group of young ladies sprawled about, some on the floor leaning against the brick hearth, others settled into plush furniture like me, eager to hear what would come next. We came from various backgrounds and most had only been married a short while. Being the oldest student, I’d been married the longest, eight years, but the differences didn’t matter much in this place.

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