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Who practices hospitality entertains God himself.
— Unknown

AS YOU TRAVEL THROUGH LIFE

As you travel through life there are always those times
When decisions just have to be made,
When the choices are hard, and solutions seem scarce,
And the rain seems to soak your parade.

There are some situations where all you can do
Is simply let go and move on,
Gather your courage and choose a direction
That carries you toward a new dawn.

So pack up your troubles and take a step forward –
The process of change can be tough,
But think about all the excitement ahead

There might be adventures you never imagined
Just waiting around the next bend,
And wishes and dreams just about to come true
In ways you can’t yet comprehend!

Perhaps you’ll find friendships that spring from new things
As you challenge your status quo,
And learn there are so many options in life,

Perhaps you’ll go places you never expected
And see things that you’ve never seen,
Or travel to fabulous, faraway worlds
And wonderful spots in between!

Perhaps you’ll find warmth and affection and caring
And somebody special who’s there
To help you stay centered and listen with interest
To stories and feelings you share.

Perhaps you’ll find comfort in knowing your friends
Are supportive of all that you do,
And believe that whatever decisions you make,
They’ll be the right choices for you.

So keep putting one foot in front of the other,
And taking your life day by day…
There’s a brighter tomorrow that’s just down the road –
Don’t look back! You’re not going that way!

(Author Unknown)

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Be ye our angel unawares
If after Kirk ye bide a wee,
There’s some would like to speak to ye,
If after Kirk ye rise and flee
We’ all seem cauld and still to ye.
The one that’s in the seat with ye
Is stranger here than ye, maybe.
All here have got their fears and cares,
Add ye your soul unto our prayers,
Be ye our angel unawares.

Scottish Blessing

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A PEONY

What flower is like an onion
With layers upon layers?
Perhaps a peony.

We are all flowers
Opening up a layer at a time
Learning new lessons
Considering possibilities
Soaking up meaning
Like summer sunshine.
We let old petals
Like old ways of being
Drift into forgetfulness.

What bits of wisdom
Shall I extract from this day
To put upon the altar
Of my life as symbols
Of new possibility?

– Barbara Vaughn

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The Answered Prayer in Neon Lights

I was worried about our big move. Then I received a mysterious sign.

By Joyce Garner, Casselberry, Florida

I collapsed on the lounge chair in the backyard, yearning for peace of mind. Earlier that morning I’d accepted a job transfer from our small town in Pennsylvania to Orlando, Florida. My husband, Frank, and I felt it was the right decision. We were empty nesters and ready for a change. But now I wasn’t so sure. We’d be leaving our friends, our church, our whole lives. Frank would be unemployed until he found a job there. We had to sell our house and find a new one! What had we gotten ourselves into?

Lord, please show me if this move is right for us, I prayed. Then I drifted off to sleep.

In my dream, a name flashed before my eyes like a neon sign: Mary Clauser. I jolted awake. What’s that all about? I wondered.

Mary and her husband, Lee, were casual friends who lived in an apartment in a neighboring town. They’d only visited us once, years before, and I hadn’t spoken to Mary in months. Still, I couldn’t ignore what I’d seen. I called her.

“Hi, Mary, I just…um, wanted to let you know that we’re moving to Florida,” I said hesitantly.

Mary practically interrupted me. “Does that mean you’re selling your house?”

“Yes. Our realtor is coming tomorrow.”

“Great! Can I stop by tonight?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. Why would Mary need to see our house in such a hurry? I thought.

Mary arrived later that night and I showed her around.

“Our home had originally been built for a wounded war veteran,” I told her. “It has wide doors, and an easy-access shower to accommodate a wheelchair, even a heated garage.”

“I remember,” Mary said. Then she explained that Lee had become ill. He could no longer climb the stairs to their apartment and they needed a new place to live as soon as possible.

“Your house is perfect for us,” she said. “And I never told you, but Lee grew up in this neighborhood. His parents live less than a mile away, so they’d be able to help him when I can’t be there. When you called, it was an answer to prayer.”

I immediately canceled the appointment with our realtor. We had our buyers. And I had peace of mind.

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God’s peace
prompts service among brothers and sisters.
In that way one creature

sustains another.

One enriches the other,

and that is why
all creatures are interdependent.
– Meister Eckhart

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So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it.
Let the peace of Christ keep you in tune with each other, in step with each other. None of this going off and doing your own thing. And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.

Colossians 3:12-17 (The Message)

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ALL THAT MATTERS

It is summer time;
The days are longer.
There is more time
To make a difference.

A difference in the way
I approach the new day.
I like to wake up
And stretch luxuriously.

To start my day
With my favorite drink and
Time to just be,
To watch the day unfold.

To drop into reverie and
Consider possibilities
To ask spirit how
I can best proceed.

To see in my heart
What matters and
Include that in
My plans.

A phone call
An email
An idea
A random act of kindness

Feeling good
I prioritize my tasks
Complete them quickly and
Open to new possibilities.

I take time for reading,
For visiting,
For reaching out and
For connecting.

I savor the golden moments,
The unexpected opportunities,
Delight in what is and
Count my blessings

– Barbara Vaughn

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You decided against the same old thing
You turned right, instead of your usual left

And you saw a brightly lit house
Its door hanging open
A broken door – Askew, Unworkable.
Like it was no longer something that people closed
From inside the voices came
Laughing, singing, and debating

Smells rolled down to you too
Fresh-baked bread
Apple pie
Roast chicken
New wine

A smiling face appeared at the door
And a friendly body hurried down to take your arm
“Oh!” “You’re Here!” “We were so hoping you’d come today!”
And they were all there
Old friends and new
Their names and faces filled with joy
Filling you with joy
Hugging and kissing
Slapping your back
Welcoming you in

Silly, Silly, So Foolish
How long you walked that lonely road
The house had been waiting for you
The friends had been waiting for you
But no matter
The time was paid for
And the time is at hand for you to be honored

“But I did nothing!” you said…
“I went the wrong way!”
“I did the wrong things, again and again!”

No matter, no matter
On your way you did much good,
More than you could have known
And your mistakes,

See!

They have all been redeemed-
Turned about like an engine at a roundhouse
Like a lump of clay on a wheel
Like the sun breaking through the rain
Like a starfish regrowing its arms

The journey is over
And you are home
What was forgotten has been recalled
What was stolen has been restored
What was lost has been found

There was always room for you here
You were always wanted and needed
Always wanted at our table
Always present in our prayers
If it was not so, would we not have told you?
Welcome Back!
Welcome Back Home!

– The House With The Broken Door posted at Signs, Dreams and Visions

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Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting — a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson