MY MORNING WORKOUT

I wake up early usually 5 or 6. The time flies by as I want to be out walking by 7.

I am still half asleep as I turn on the computer and quickly glance at my blog and then press publish.
I glance at face book enjoying pictures and comments; it is good to keep in touch with family.  I have been missing comments by Rick.    Then I go downstairs for my much needed wake- up cup of coffee and breakfast.  I put out dad's vitamins for the day.

Then I have a quiet time which is a combination of meditation and prayer.  I know that there are no guarantees that my prayer will affect the outcome but I still believe that prayer is a way of sending loving thoughts and renewed hope to others.

I take a quick look at the paper and see the Canucks will be back playing hockey again.  Their image has been tarnished by all the squabbles.  I then look at a book and do some reading hoping to get an idea for my title for the next day.  I write my thoughts first down in my notebook.  I look at the calender and see that Jasmine's birthday is coming up.  O dear I am late mailing her card away.

It is soon time to gather up my clothes for my morning walk.  I check to see if it is raining, then I will need to put on rain pants too.  I search for my walking shoes which seem to go walking about on their own.

It begins to get light as I walk.
Monday morning it is busier on the roads.

 

 I do not often quote scripture when I write because it can mean so many different things and should not be taken out of context.  But I like this:  In this place of which you say is waste. . . . .
there will again be heard the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness. . . . .
the voices of those who sing.  Jeremiah the prophet.

I like to think that this will come true for many who are feeling sick and fearful.  I think that not only are we called to serve one another but also to be one with each other.

Mother Theresa writes:  The world's ills are that we have forgotten we belong to each other."

It is tragic if I start thinking that I am better than some one else or than anyone else matters less.  I and you are made to be just who we are, created with enough goodness, enough talent, enough gifts to be a blessing just where we are.

 

 And as I real I am reminded that I am influenced again and again by all the different reading material I look at. The greatest concern is that the truth is not suppressed but available to all.

 

 And some how "The soul finds it's worth"  from O Holy Night.