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Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Ten days of whatever. Day Ten.

Day Ten: One confession.

1. Religion works, for me. Even after 35 years, it’s hard for me to think of myself as a religious person, but by all conventional standards I most certainly am. I go to church every Sunday, health permitting. I strive to keep the Sabbath holy. I tithe, sometimes with greater faith in the promised blessings than at others. I repent (a lot).

Why? Because the Spirit has spoken truth to my heart, and because it is the only way of life that now makes sense to me. It has turned Sunday, formerly the longest and most boring day of the week, into a Sabbath which heals and cleanses and refreshes me from the inside out. It enables me to see the Creator’s love in every sunrise, in the chatter and play of squirrels, in the beautiful faces of my children and grandchildren and friends.

Knowing who I am, and Whose I am, gives me a feel for where I fit into the universe, and into His plan for happiness. It gives me a greater appreciation for my own gifts, and for the Giver, and it encourages and inspires me to use my talents to serve and bless others.

Another view of my new haircut. (The first picture is on Facebook.) I was laughing at something Firstborn said.

1 comment:

nekokoi said...

<3 <3 <3
i love you.