I am cheating. I'm supposed to be working on a talk I'm giving at a conference tomorrow. But, here I am talking with you. I miss our times together.
I went to the shop where my
computer was worked on, yesterday. It's in Union City. Quite a way to go, by bike, more than thirty miles. The guy wasn't in. Ugh, and it rained yesterday. I called him; he said he'll deliver it to me. I added the incentive that I'll treat him to a meal at a Mexican restaurant, along with us sharing a Margarita.
"That's a deal," Angelo said.
I cannot write, right now. I need to concentrate on my talk, to be given at 10:00 a.m., and the workshop I'll give afterwards. The following is a simple prayer I wrote Wednesday morning during my Quiet Time, which is quite a time, indeed.
It will have to suffice as my literary contribution for now. Here it is:
Thank you for your great love for me. I have many competing demands, wanting attention. Help me slow down, that I may hear your voice in the midst of the storms of life.
You know I love you. I'm happy with the life you've given me, when I apply healthy, loving, constructive, empowering principles. They counteract vulnerable areas that would defeat me, if I lived passively, in my default mode.
This day I give to you, for you to do with me as You wlll.
Help me demonstrate your grace----let me gentle towards the judgmental. Allow me to not take offense when relating with the unkind. Remind me that those who are unpleasant are trapped within the cocoon of their misery, bitterness and their unhappy past.
I ask you to fill my life with people who are thriving----who live in the solution and desire to grow and improve. Yet, they are gentle and patient towards themselves and me.
Thank you, God, for listening right now and for all the times you have been my best friend.
I'd love hearing from you,