I love the video below because it drives home the need we all have to take some time for ourselves. This poor mom has no other place but her vehicle. However, I imagine you can find a more creative place to refresh. When was the last time you took a block of time for yourself? Once you're reinvigorated, you'll have more energy to devote to others. Now, grab your calendar and schedule your time out!
Saturday
Tuesday
Saturday
Andrea Bocelli & The Mormon Tabernacle Choir - The Lords Prayer
This is the most beautiful rendition I've ever heard. Pour yourself a cup of coffee and enjoy!
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The Lords Prayer
Where I'm From
I’m from a house built on faith. Women of strength, men of valor, Swedish Lords, gypsy migrant workers and Viking kings.
I’m from swimming in the Platte on hot summer days, minnows nibbling on my toes, “preaching” in grandpa’s country church, riding bareback on prize horses, catching frogs and fireflies, and dreaming in the branches of the tall oak tree.
I’m from church on Sunday, last ones to leave. Restaurant fellowship until late afternoon.
I’m from fearless yet terrified, jumping out of swings, jumping out of trees and jumping off roofs. Shy but boisterous, scared of the dark, covers up to my neck, defender of the weak.
From black and white televisions with rabbit ears, Laurence Welk, Star Trek and The Brady Bunch.
I’m from prissy hand-me-downs in terrible colors. Four-eyes, tall and lanky. Sitting on the back hill, planning life playing Simon & Garfunkel on my portable cassette.
I’m from blizzard country, no school days, hot chocolate, fresh cookies, Kraft macaroni and cheese, and wading in snow up to my knees.
I’m from the Mile High State, 360 days of sunshine, the Spirit of the West, hard workers, can do attitudes and Love Will Keep Us Together.
by Jan Parrish © 2010
I'm participating in a autobiography poetry contest by Chrysalis. Click Here for details. Contest ends tonight at midnight.
Pictured, Janet Hasselblad, Eighth Grade, 1977
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Autobiography,
poetry
Thursday
Sunday
Jesus is Here!
Where
can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to
the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I
rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even
there your hand will guide me; your right hand will hold me fast. As the nurses care for my husband, He is here. As my
husband rests peacefully, He is here. Just as I fear I can no longer go on, He is
here, holding me fast. He fills us with peace and joy despite our trials.
There are many other places I would rather be
physically; but here, in His presence is where I always want to be. Wonderment unfolds as I comprehend the
miracle of his continued presence. No matter where I go, I am in His presence.
Even in this dark, lonely hospital room.
Jesus, we thank you
for your continual presence in our lives. Thank you that you never leave us alone
in our despair. We receive your peace and joy no matter how dismal our circumstances.
Thank you for your steadfast love. In Your precious name, AMEN.
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Jesus,
reflections
Wednesday
Girlfriends
I thank God for my girlfriends. What makes a good girlfriend? Someone you can call at 2am when you need help.
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Girlfriends
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