Whenever I see a new baby I can’t help but be drawn to the ever precious interaction between parent and child. There is nothing like it. Unconditional love in its purest form. Yet, this memory is destined to be lost to this new center of your universe forever!!
Or, what if!!??
What if…we all had full recall of those very early days. What kind of a person would we be? What kind of world would we live in? Love! Love! Love!
Something to think about:)
Yes, I know. What has all this to do with the photo? Nothing! Other than the pure beauty of the setting sun, and just pondering.
There is a Guy on my job. A conscientious objector. A one Man band. Yes, this Guy. He spends his lunch hour in this corner at the entrance of the cafeteria with this sign, among others. When he first started this crusade he was hell bent against the war in Afghanistan. At the time of this picture, a few weeks ago, the U.S. relationship with Iran was his concern. Today it was
” say no to drones, the evil that will come home to roost”
This made me uneasy. I heard myself saying “Jesus, I need to change my lunch hour”, as I read this. When saying so, all the ills he addressed should make me uneasy. This latest one though, got under my skin.
How many one man bands do you suppose it takes to affect change? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one he had that effect on.
Lord, thank you for helping me help all the people I helped this year.
Thank you for listening to my continuous jabbering, and guiding me as needed.
Thank you for lifting me out of my deep funk before I got buried in it.
Thank you for keeping me entertained by the untainted hearts of the very young
Thank you for keeping me healthy the past year, except for that one time when I ate way too many coconut drops that was my fault
Thank you for helping me find parking spots and especially reminding me to focus on that as I leave the house in the mornings.
I just wanted to put it out there that all is appreciated