Daily Prayable: Speak to God - Monday, December 20, 2010
May I honor Your Name always as a blessing on my lips.
Your Name is not a weapon. It is neither a catalyst for anger, nor is it proof of my righteousness.
Your Name is the hand of kindness, the voice of hope, the source of all possible joy. May I only speak it in reverence and in love.
- Abigail Wurdeman
The shower is the best place to check for lumps. Once a month I take my two fingers and go round my breasts in a circular motion, just like I was taught. I do my self-exam twelve times a year, my gynie exam once a year and my mammogram too. Fourteen times, for sure, every year, when I stop and pray for healthy breasts.
I'm grateful that I have not been directly touched by breast cancer. Some years back, my girlfriend Aimee got it. All of us cried, and some of us prayed. "...
- Chief of Pray, Susan Diamond
You know, it's funny how unaware you are of your surroundings until you have to look beyond yourself for help.
While I sort of pride myself on being aware, of others' needs and community involvement, it was this little thing that happened to me that made me more aware of my own neighborhood.
When I moved into the house where I live, I knew no one. I DO know that two houses on my street are empty - right across the street, and the two young families on either side of me are seldom home, running kids back and forth to activities.
So last Friday, when I accidently locked myself out of the house (who would do that on purpose?), I had to act quickly...
Get rid of what enslaves you. Find spiritual health and well-being by discovering personal freedom. Don't be defeated by your life circumstances. Here's how to change your life for good.
Inspired by Rabbi Karyn Kedar's new book, "Omer: A Counting"
Written by Susan Diamond, ...
Traci Mullins, "Breakfast with the Angels"
Limited as we are to our
steadily aging bodies, we find it fascinating that angels can take any form that suits the message. A "classic" angel, with wings and all lighted up, perhaps with pale skin and eyes of blue flame, seems to be less often glimpsed than do angels in the guise of ordinary folks of all sorts--male or female, young or old, tall or short, any race, any dialect, any description.