Blessings Come Down
"Blessed are those who give without remembering. And blessed are those who take without forgetting."
-Bernard Meltzer
-Bernard Meltzer
This is a first: I am writing this newsletter early Monday morning, the time when most readers are checking in. My usual Sunday writing spree was pleasantly interrupted by a phone call from my son.
Just seconds before, I stood up from my desk and looked around at my half packed room and wished that I was moved and settled into my new space on Alii Drive. The disorder of it all was what I wanted to change and I thought about Brede and what he might be doing.
"Watcha doin', mom?"
I laughed before I answered, "I was just thinking about you." Ever since we watched the movie Dune when he was barely five years old, Brede and I have assumed a wireless thought transmission.
"I was thinking that we should move your stuff today instead of trying to fit it in during the week," he (?) decided.
End of story. You get the picture. I shut down the computer and packed it up. By the time we were done I was too tired to Google.
I am living a life of multiple blessings, going from one beautiful space to another. I seem to be on the receiving end of an assembly line of material and emotional abundance.
There's an old proverb that insists, "prayers go up, blessings come down". Could it be that my prayers are louder than others? Is it possible that my simple wishes and whims are heard as prayers?
Maybe my mother was right: "You were born under a lucky star!" She, of all people, should know.
Just seconds before, I stood up from my desk and looked around at my half packed room and wished that I was moved and settled into my new space on Alii Drive. The disorder of it all was what I wanted to change and I thought about Brede and what he might be doing.
"Watcha doin', mom?"
I laughed before I answered, "I was just thinking about you." Ever since we watched the movie Dune when he was barely five years old, Brede and I have assumed a wireless thought transmission.
"I was thinking that we should move your stuff today instead of trying to fit it in during the week," he (?) decided.
End of story. You get the picture. I shut down the computer and packed it up. By the time we were done I was too tired to Google.
I am living a life of multiple blessings, going from one beautiful space to another. I seem to be on the receiving end of an assembly line of material and emotional abundance.
There's an old proverb that insists, "prayers go up, blessings come down". Could it be that my prayers are louder than others? Is it possible that my simple wishes and whims are heard as prayers?
Maybe my mother was right: "You were born under a lucky star!" She, of all people, should know.
Photo: camera_rawanda
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