It's a praise & worship kind of Sunday. Sometimes, I just feel like formally giving thanks for the many blessings in my life. No better way for me to do that than in a church with really great music.It's also a good time to access the power of prayer on behalf of friends who have health & . . .
Things in Coral Gables are moving quickly. Most everything at M.'s house was sold at this past weekend's estate sale, and there's even been some interest in buying the house itself. At the right price, that would be spectacular. It would allow us a very nice down payment on our California home. M. . . .
I pray:...that my friends, family and the entire world find peace and harmony....that Baby Makenzie continues to grow in strength and health....that Gal, David and Dahlia continue to have a fun and safe trip to Cincinnatti and that their life there is full of only good things....that Michael and I . . .
I received an email from a relatively new Florida acquaintance this morning, signed Om shanti.I had to look it up.Om is a common meditation mantra (sound) and it apparently has no literal meaning. Some hold that it is the sound of the universe, infinity, the divine, or something like that. Shanti . . .
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I'm a logical kind of girl who's known to be (figuratively, not literally) from Missouri, the "show me" state. I LOVE proof. Empirical evidence. Facts. Solid support.And yet, I've seen so many inexplicable things occur this past year, events and circumstances with no logical basis.It's been a big . . .
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. -Eleanor Roosevelt . . .
This morning I ask for your prayers for Baby Makenzie. My friend's daughter has gone into premature labor and the baby is coming today, at only 30 weeks. At this stage, a baby's lungs are not fully developed yet.We pray that S. has a safe labor and that baby Makenzie enters the world and goes home . . .
Lacy little pink and yellow confections with sweetheart roses. Pink polka dot onesies. Tiny little pink socks. Miniature shoes.Macy’s children’s department is a fairyland of children’s clothes. And for someone like me, a frustrated mother if ever there was one, well, I just get lost in there, oohing . . .
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