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Christmas 2004 This is a season made for giving thanks. Thanks be to our God who loved us enough to be born as a child and lived among us in order to teach us how to love. That is not an easy lesson to learn; we live in a world that equates love with possessing and controlling. I have been blessed by many people in my life who, at one time or another, have been an outward manifestation of that child who walked among us. Thank you for allowing yourselves to be a conduit of that grace and for trying to teach me to do the same. Pardon whatever errors of omission--not all of my photos have been scanned. |
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My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going |
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I do not see the road ahead of me. |
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I cannot know
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Nor do I really know myself, |
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and the fact that I think that I am following your will |
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does not mean that I am actually doing so. |
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But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. |
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and I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. |
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I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire |
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and I know that if I do this, |
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you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. |
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Therefore will I trust you always |
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though I may seem lost |
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and in the shadow of death. |
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I will not fear, |
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and you will never leave me to face my perils alone. (Thomas Merton) |
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