Today I am sowing, not sewing; my studio has been transformed into a cultivating ground for calm. I am diffusing Holiday Joy (a soul-warming, spirit-lifting scent: wild orange, cinnamon, nutmeg and clove mixed with Siberian and Douglas Fir) and listening to beautiful music while working on next Sunday's church bulletins. The news has been banished from my "garden space" for the time being, if you live in America you know why. I remember the first presidential election I ever voted in, the year was 1972; I was a college student and embraced the opportunity, and the privilege, of voting that year. It was only the year before that the voting age had been extended from 21 to 18. Voting for me was a really big deal back then. It still is. The climate today is different, however; it literally breaks my heart to witness the civility that has gone missing in our country. The memories I have of friendly, and informative, debates over candidates and issues where two holding opposing views could agree to disagree, shake hands afterwards and remain friends are seemingly just that-- memories, distant ones at that. The serene environment I have cultivated begs for extended prayer time today. Join me if you will. "O, God, as a citizen of your Kingdom I pray that my vote is right and truthful according to your law, recognizing that to be above any human law, that I may be a faithful citizen on earth."
Life is Good!
On this, the seventh day of November, I lift my heart in
gratitude to God for granting me the privilege of voting.