Last week I was with Bev Hickam in the car and we drove one block up the street where Paul and Dorothy Miles used to live. I looked out and saw four deer. Did not want to get out but took a pic thru the car window. The buck was furious with the car and I thought of the song, I had to sing years ago, taken from the Bible, "Like as the hart desireth the waterbrook, so longeth my soul after thee, O God." The photograph is terrible but the thought and intent of the writer is unfathomable. My soul often seems so mired down with details that I don't have time to think if my soul longs for any deeper meaning! And that is my shame! Like the deer, emerging from the trees, I believe all of us search for something meaningful when we allow ourselves to emerge from the shadows which often swallow us up.
So my intent, this Sunday morning, where I have gained an hour back from Daylight Savings, is to uncover my soul and give it room to breathe again. Just like taking a dose of medicine, I need to calendar that time and make it happen. I am in charge of my own schedule and my own thinking. If I choose to do it, I will.
The day is sunny and bright. I hope that the deer have found shelter and food and that the victims of Hurricane Sandy find a spot of joy in their hurt today. That is my prayer of the morning.
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