Wednesday, March 31, 2010


This is what it looked liked as I arrived early for Morning Prayer.  Church.  Walking up the steps, I realized it felt like home: known, comfortable: welcoming.  During Lent our small parish has been gathering together to pray early in the morning.  I used to scoff at people who rose early and gave up those last delicious moments in a warm bed snuggled next to precious ones.   Now I'm one of them.  He has led me gently to the place of willingness to get up and go, and gratitude for the practice of praying with others.

Blessings on your Holy Week!


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Anonymous said...

Just beautiful. Blessings to you, dear friend.

Jenny said...

Such a beautiful way to start the morning.


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