Garden
The Quiet Garden of Forgiveness
Love, too, would set a feast before you, on a table covered with a spotless cloth, set in a quiet garden where no sound but singing and a softly joyous whispering is ever heard. T-19.IV.A.16:1
“There is a garden at the foot of this lovely statue with masses and masses of soft white lilies and little paths between to slowly walk and talk with Jesus. There is a fountain nearby and the forever trickling sound of water reminds us to leave the desert of wrong-minded thinking.” (Winnie)
Forgiveness is truly at the heart of the practice of A Course In Miracles. All of us have had moments of shifting our perception of a difficult situation, and finding peace. On this page I offer you the space to tell us about the stories that have stayed in your mind, times when you felt a real change occur in the way you were looking at a problem or upset. Maybe you were encountering aggressiveness in somone, or were being judged and belittled. Perhaps it was a loved one who had left you, or even a pet that had died. Or maybe there was fear, a threat in your life to you or to a loved one. In all these situations, at one time or another you have found peace beyond the pain, release from shame and sadness, and comfort and freedom in their place. There was always a presence there with you, the company of one who loves you and guides you to see differently. If you have had moments of finding that clear presence, please share it with us here.
A little more technically speaking, these would be moments when you reversed the projection and saw that the problem was not outside you, but with you, your perceptions and thoughts. A sudden moment of clarity perhaps when you saw that the upset was having pushed Love away, and not really what was happening outside you. Or perhaps it was just a moment when despite the upset or problem, you felt safely accompanied and that helped you remain unaffected by the problem, to get a little distance from it.
Please try to write concisely if your story requires a lot of explaining (and teach me something about brevity!). Also, please try to share from the heart and not from the head. It is always nice to hear the simple sincerity behind these inspiring stories.
mahalo bernard for letting us know … this news is totally unexpected
peace, dear Pam
love to Pam and her family
Pam holds a very sweet place and presence here
am saying prayers and sending blessings
Maybe Pam waited until she knew that Cory is mature enough to manage on his own – without her. Big change for him no – going into public school and not home schooling any more. The two of them were so very very close – it seems to me that their souls had agreed on this.
I am so relieved that she at least has no pain.
Peace to Pam, and gratefulness for a long and warm friendship – also with Cory’s wisdom – I remember his comment to the Course many years ago that were far beyond his age
Blessings to Cory and Pam’s mother
Dear villagers, today I received a card from our brother Jamie ! Among other things he wrote:
“I haven’t written to the village ( or anyone ) because it’s important for me to continue in this quiet period for now, but please give everyone my love and warmest hugs “.
In the card was a smaller card with St Teresa of Avila’s prayer:
Let nothing
disturb thee;
Let nothing
frighten thee
All things are passing;
God is everything.
Patience obtains
all things;
Nothing is wanting
to the one
who possesses God;
God alone suffices
Far, far beneath the surface of my everyday mind lives a pain, so deep, so unfathomable, it can bring me to my knees.
It can stop my breathing.
Bring my heart into my mouth.
And still the pain doesn’t let up.
I just experienced this pain, in a nightmare so vivid that I cannot shake it off, even now, a full fifteen+ minutes later.
In the nightmare, my wife had disappeared (there was no son yet, he didn’t seem to be born yet) on the eve of a party that we (must have) had planned. The guests were waiting. Some thirty of them, crowded outside our door, me waiting with the crowd, unknown.
And I was frantically calling her on a phone where the keys were evading my touch and I could not even physically dial her number without the most painful kind of effort, even as I sweated, wondering what had happened to her.
And when I finally put together, the eight digits required to get through to her cell phone, her father picked up, and without any chit-chat, I asked for her. I could hear his somber voice, telling her that it was me. The voices of conversation seemed to go hush, she was with her family, enjoying the kind of family gathering she does.
I could her her brother’s voice, telling her again… “It’s Anil”. And all the while the deathly silence, punctuated with the occasional voice of some relative speaking to someone else, waiting for her to come on the phone.
And when she came on the phone, it was clear, that she had made her move, no discussion, no talk, just the move to her home, as she decided whether or not she wanted a divorce/a separation.
And me, eager to press her for details, for wanting to know what’s going on, and her snapping, saying curtly..” Wait, I’m thinking ”
I awoke.
In the writing of this sordid tale, played out in separations and divorces all around the world, 100s every day, the sheer terror of the situation doesn’t come through, the God-awful pain of that separation, or the feeling that the earth is going to rip apart, and with it my heart.
I think I have just had a taste of the kind of sheer terror that that first few moments of separating from God must have felt like, buried deep in the canyons of my mind.
And the awful part of this, is that I felt that there was more, more terror, more pain, more awfulness to go through, but I could not take it anymore, not even my unconcious mind, I came hurtling of my deep, deep sleep, shooting up through the deepest canyon, breaking through the surface and into the cold sweet air of everyday existence and the darkened bedroom, my wife and son sleeping soundly, ostensibly, next to me.
Thank God it was a dream.
Thank God it was a dream.
I will sit in the Garden a little while longer, holding onto the relief of knowing now, that it was but a dream.
Sheesh, Anil, after a nightmare like that, I sit up, take a deep breath and say, “Thank God THAT never happened. Nice try, ego.”
Hedda, thank you for the word from Jamie. It seems right that he have a silent period to talk with Ken. It also hopefully implies that time will mature in the cycle to an open period when he will teach, or write, or just muss up our hair from time to time. I was thinking of him throughout my lesson today – more in the Lesson area.
Bernard thank you for letting us know about Pam. I’m thinking Laura the toddler student has her actual address and it would be great to have an email address for Cory so we could be in contact snail mail and e wise. Could you ask the emailer for the info?
Love to you Pam
Peace and prayers and blessings to both you and Cory.
Nina I can see how you would think of how she held out for Cory in her passing.
Love to all,
Michele
When the heavy clouds in my mind part, and the light fills up the space, ever so slowly,
it is hard to believe that suffering was so real just a short while ago.
Thanks, Tex, Thanks, Katrina, Thanks, Michele.
Life is precious. I must slow down and taste the dewdrops, more carefully each morning. My lips are dry.
In the US now, New York City again. Am happy that I will now be on the same day and the same lesson at roughly the same time. within a few hours of each other.
In fact, I will go to the Square now and write about Lesson 39 which I read on the plane ride over. It’s brilliant.
I knew it going in to the New Year!!!…if I stayed where I was in the beautiful second half of the lessons, I’m repeating lesson 269 today, yesterday morning not giving it a full read through…I wouldn’t be rejoicing as Anil is above ….but then it’s just another opportunity to let all things be exactly as they are, and avoid Village same lesson envy.
Anil…it looks like February, rather than a January visit might be in the realm of the possible if the west coast is part of your trip this time. One night in the last few months, I’d imbibed and was in a altered state and recalled I’d written in here I was glad you were coming and I’d have yet another chance to give you you Lucas’ gift I too lazy to mail. I was horrified and filled with remorse and guilt I wrote that. He being, along with Shoba, your most beloved and the sentiment of lazy on my part expressed in that sentence seemed repellant to me.
I’ve always wanted to give it to you in person, as there are several material elements that accompany the gift, that help tell the tale of the most lovely meeting of the entrepreneurial women who founded their really thoughtful, loving and unique small venture.
I have one more thing..not to do with the gift…but with your flying out of LA, when Bernard was flying in to talk with you about in person when I get to see you next. I’ve thought that the gift is uni-sex and maybe is meant for your next child.
I am I think writing in the Garden of Forgiveness …which actually if you think about it, is what we can always choose to look at this world as, rather than the garbage dump of insanity.
Michele dearest,
I am sorry that you horrified yourself so. I was perfectly fine with what you wrote (in fact, I have hardly a recollection that you used the word “lazy”), and speaking for myself, I particularly enjoy lazy days, mornings, noon and night (=
It’s fun being back in NYC.Such a vibrant place, and worldly home to the Course. There is a nice ACIM center by Union Square that I found some years back, I think I will go visit tomorrow.
Tonight, it’s time for bed for me (= (but not before I read Lisa’s comments on Lesson 39…. My holiness is my salvation. I love it).
Anil – I just now found her lessons comments. THANKS!
My pleasure, Nina ! (=
The Garden. The place for Forgiveness.
Any place (and any time) can be a place or time for Forgoveness. But seeing that I am rooted to the idea of me in the body, it is helpful for me to come to the lush green Garden of Forgivneess.
It is hard to accept that I am addicted to pain. Why would I ? Who, in their right mind, could find pleasure in pain ? Last night, the pain could be felt so deeply that nothing else seemed real. Brewing was hard. A non-stop anxiety attack that did nothing to diminish in severity through minute after minute.
Then sleep. And now a morning with the faint echoes of that pain, but already it looks like a dream. And the thought, how can I be so addicted to pain ?
Bless me, Father, for I have tried to overturn the world you created with a sick, twisted one of my own. I cannot believe that I am scared of your Love, why would I, when I have craved the love of so many women, and sought perhaps to replace your love with theirs.
Now, it is clear(er) ? after 7 years, that I have indeed tried to replace your eternal Love with an all costuming romantic love with a woman, in the conventional notion of marriage, to create my own little world, where I can be God, and banish the thought of you from my mind forever.
While I may not be afraid of your Love, how could I when I love the option of love ? It is also clear to me that I am afraid of your wrath. That you will be angry that I threw away your Gift, your world, in order to make my own.
Forgive me, Father, for I knew not what I did. And let me see that there is no wrath in You, that the denial of my own anger and fury within myself cannot find meaningful release in being projected onto You.
For you are without any attribute but Love, the purest, the cleanest, uncondiotnal love, the brightest, blemishless Love, with no hint of any personal agenda, any want other that to love itself. And nothing else.
Forgive me, Father,so I may come to you with my hands, heart and head completely empty, of all the ideas I have filled and been filled with. Let me come to You with wholly empty hands, and clear mind, so that I may receive your Gift, for now and forevermore.
So bless me Father, and everything that my perception falls upon.
Amen.
… let me not disturb upon your prayers…
may you feel the love of God
may there be an awakening like a gentle sunrise that nothing but love is real
as it says in today’s lesson, salvation is the undoing of what never was
… perception has no meaning
we can all be happy … choose again
this day I choose to spend in perfect peace
this morning when I woke up and went outside, the sky was velvet black and the stars were shining oh so incredibly brightly
the beauty and stillness very inspiring
the only sound is the surf
the birds had not yet begin their morning rounds
now the birds are in full chorus
the bird ocean symphony are the only sounds I hear
the roosters are the commanding sounds
they are the humorous intruders
am sending comfort and blessings
I love you Anil
love to the village too
Praying is good for me, and when I opened my eyes, dear Peggy, it was lovely to see you there. Your message of compassion, of love, were like healing balm on the raw wounds of my heart. It was the answer to my prayer. I felt loved, understood, no stain of judgement of any sort. A real blessing indeed, my dear friend.
Thank you !
It’s 5:10 am now, the pale light of the early morning sky seeps through the leaves of our lush Garden. I will walk over now to the FireSide with Lesson 44 on my mind.
:: God is the Light in which I see ::
May it find its place in my heart forevermore…..
I come to the Garden today.
I’ve come here in my Mind often the past few weeks but today
today, I said its time to go and be amongst the Lilies (you are my Lilies)
My Miracles of Forgiveness that I am grateful to be surrounded by.
No words-
just grateful to have a place to lie down and rest.
Invision a bouquet of Lilies…
it was the inspiration for my writing this mornings letter to
my family and friends.
I share it with you my Village Family.
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Lilies of Forgiveness
My Father Veljko Masina made his Transition yesterday 2-15-14 .
The bouquet above belonged to his
Grand daughter Katarina.
Fully dressed in her bridesmaids attire she was ready to partake in a Wedding Celebration when she received the call of her Grand Fathers’ passing. The mother of the Bride, who happens to be a grief counselor said; “you need to go and be with your family.” And with that gracious release she handed her the bouquet of Lilies that the bridesmaids were to carry and in turn removed any hesitation that that is exactly where Katarina needed to be.
When she arrived at the house with these Lilies in hand my mind immediately recalled the symbolism of Lilies in A Course in Miracles.
They represent the Holy Instant, the moment when we receive the gifts of Christ’s vision.
And as the Course states, we must receive before we can give. And we can not fully know what we have received until we give it away.
“To give is how to recognize that you have received. It is the proof that what you have is yours.” (1:7-8)
The gift of an open and loving heart will always make the right choices. We are grateful for the circle of love that has enveloped us on this day. We trust that it will continue to strengthen us and when the time comes for us to extend the Miracle of Christ’s Vision that we too will give as we received.
In Deepest Gratitude
Family Masina
(( Annie )).
(Family Masina)
(((((( ANNIE )))))
((((( YOUR FAMILY )))))
bringing lilies and more lilies
flowers everywhere
beautiful
Dearest Annie – reading about your father gave me a deep feeling of peace and rest – like a long and arduous path and work being brought to a Heavenly gracious end. Warm hugs to you and your family – and I have a tiny idea about how much you have been giving in the years he stayed with you.
Big warm loving hug
Nina
Dear Annie,
Thinking of you, as we have been every day these past few days. All is well, all is peaceful, in that perfect, holy place that surrounds us all.
Blessings to you and your family,
Bernard and Pat
Here in the garden i let tears fall for a precious young friend who decided to shoot herself. She was a long time friend of my daughter’s, and loved all of our family, staying here often. She was always over the top – we only saw her when she was way up, and my daughter talked to her by phone when she was way down. The last few years she was so into pills that we had to tell her we couldn’t abide with her coming here in that condition. I heard she was quitting them, but the withdrawal was too hard. Her mama had to find her. Drugs claim another child. My child lives, her child dies. I shudder, she sobs and collapses.
So, the End of Death is on my reading list now. I keep all the beauty and love that Hallea ever gave us because that is what she is. I wanted to talk to my daughter today, but she brushed me aside, saying she did not want to talk about it. She keeps it inside as I reap the mother-daughter communication karma of past careless and unknown mistakes. I want to assure her she didn’t contribute to her friend’s despair, i want to say something so she knows never to do this, i just want to fix her grief. I want to share the Course view but i can’t get in. I can only come here and sit in my own sadness.
((Katrina))
Sitting beside you. Oh those places where there is nothing to do. So painful and difficult. And we luckily have this Garden available to us – even when the Internet may be down
I once read a woman’s account of being nearby a terrorist bombing site, just a distance that she was not ‘in it’, but witnessed the panic and gore. She had a momentary awakening experience where she saw the scene reality rip away like a page being ripped in half. And behind it she saw another reality of etheric spirits rising and reaching to one another as they completed their commitments there, together and joyously rising above the battleground.
I’ve never actually seen this, but this picture often comes into my mind. Much like today’s lesson of seeing thru the dens clouds to the circle of Light inside.
Dear Katrina, I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your daughter’s friend. I wish there were a way to prevent these things, but unfortunately people sometimes think that taking their own life is the only way out. Sometimes we need to trust that this is the only way they can think of protecting themselves. It’s the best they can do at the time.
I think it’s important to keep in mind that Life cannot die. There is something in Hallea that did not end with her body’s demise. Let us pray that that part of her is able to relax now and find some peace, and not judge herself for her life or her act.
What we often fail to appreciate at times like this is how terribly painful this world is, not just for those who exit this life prematurely, but for those who stay as well. We all are suffering at a very deep level. We should not underestimate the pain of this world. And we all die by our own consent, as the Course teaches us. We must learn to appreciate that there is another way, and there is another Life.
The pain we all feel is not that of this world as such, but the guilt that we hold within our hearts and minds. Without that guilt, this world becomes a place of freedom. If there is a lesson to be learned, it is one of great compassion for all of us who are lost in a dream of sadness and endings. There is nothing to be sad about since nothing ever ends. This is not just a pretty idea but reality. But we cannot know this while this world is still real in our perception.
We cannot see both worlds. So we must strive to change our perception, and see past the limited forms that appear before us. We all live, and live forever. We do not come to this world for the happiness it offers, but for the pain, cherishing this pain for the sense of individual life it appears to give us. But we can change our minds once here, and decide once and for all that we can indeed claim that eternal life for ourselves, and for everyone. No one dies. Not one note in Heaven’s song is missed. Illusions and sadness cannot bind us when we remember that a loving God created a timeless Child, and protected him from all danger and harm.
Blessings to you, Katrina, to Hallea, and to all those who walk this world looking for the Light that is our Home. Our Home awaits us, although we never left it at all.
Funny, Katrina, you and I were writing our messages at the same time and obviously having similar thoughts…
Dear Bernard, the ego is so certain it can shock us out of our peace with just an extreme emotional explosion. Always a proof that being a body is an unequivocal fact. Well, not NO and not so fast. Here in our peaceful garden i write down the lie and it melds into the ground and the lilies of forgiveness spring forth and open their blossoms to Light. Thank you for the beautifully worded reminder that Life is eternal.
We were having the same thought at the same time, in the same Mind. As you say, “This is not just a pretty idea, but reality.”
Sweet Forgiveness.
And one more death, I bring to the garden this morning.
Overnight, I get an SMS that my friend who wanted to talk to me, has rushed back to her home city to attend to the death of her mother. Coming fast on the heels of Katrina’s daughters friend suicide, and so fast on the heels of Annie’s father, and so fast on the heels of Pam, and Ken, this non-stop sequence of deaths in my family, my Village family seems to be almost like making a mockery of everything,
A mockery of what exactly I cannot say, but it does feel like It, this thing that seems to be running the show of the planet, and which I now will refer to as It, is showing how it can continually throw yet another abrupt separation to infuse, sadden, to drive one to despair.
If I go back in time, far back enough, then I would have to say that this latest sequence started wi the suicide of my dear friend Sal in late Novemeber 2013. That was an abrupt shock. I still can’t believe that he did it. You would have to know Sal to comprehend why this seems so unimaginable. One of the brightest, most optimistic people that I ever met, who always dealt with all the adversity he had, and he had many a cause for grievance, with a cheerful smile. No drugs, no pills, just a smile and a can-do attitude. Married, but then separated, with three kids, he took his life on Thanksgiving day, or thereabouts, I heard from a mutual friend, since I had lost touch with Dana, his ex/separated wife.
I wanted then to reach out to Dana, and I want to now. Let me call my friend right now in DC, and if I can get her number.
I’m heading out for a short stroll, will be back after I make the call…
So I made the 13 min call, and I will be getting Dana’s contact info soon, so that’s that.
So now, why did I need to put all this down in the Garden, I don’t know, maybe just the act of being surrounded by the foliage, the sounds of the trickling waterfall, have eased some unknown weight I was carrying, the world is a mysterious place, but my heart seems to be breathing easier, a more steady beat, and the sounds of a world awaking in Singapore make it through the pleasant mists of this Garden.
Bernard Jewish grandma is right…..just breathe….(=
Just rest.
Do nothing.
For my separation from God
Is the hardest work there is.
And breathing makes the breath of God come closer me,
Like feeling the breath of my son
As he sleeps on my shoulder
God is in me,
Or am in God ?
Just this breathing
Makes everything slow down.
And that is good.
yet another poetic blessing from you. You have no idea how much you have healed and soothed and loved for me this morning, dear Anil
Now I have the word of what suffuses your posts:
G R A C E
Thank you Bernard for 1027 and Katrina for 1029, your poem Anil below and Nina your two posts to Anil. Annie always so current and generous with your posts
I am grateful for all of your words about the truth of us and the ways you express the explosive pains of the ego’s dream and how you find solace here.
It is unrelenting as far the pain, suffering and loss in our dream world. Thank you for doing all the heavy lifting in being here for everyone.
Anil, this odd coincidence has nuttin’ to do with nuttin’, but considering our mom’s b’days are both on Sept. 28, i can’t help but share this . . . When my husband decided he was going to leave and divorce me, he did it on his birthday — February 5. Some woo woo, eh?
On a practical note, i surely concur with enlisting helpers in what is termed the divorce ‘process’. Like a counselor, a lawyer, and a mediator. Dang, the ‘process’ part is so annoying. I kept thinking it would be so much better to just whack it off. But that’s not the deal — you gotta rehash and rehash ad nausea. Patience, and remember you are viewing a dream that was over long ago.
A truly beautiful poem, Anil.
And your words, Katrina, carry with them also the force of great poetry… The lie melds into the ground and the lilies spring forth…
To the lush a garden of forgiveness on this misty day….
Nina has blessed me with her grace, at first I was over whelmed, I could not believe such lovely words could be about myself, the sinful view I hold of myself deep down looks with disbelief at the unmistakable power of her words and blessings…
And tears run down my cheeks, now, as I think of that first moment when I read her three comments to me some days ago.
Your grace lifts me higher, Nina, it releases so much buried pain that I have no more words to express my gratitude. Thank you, my very dear friend of the heart.
These are emotional times, I have always been a very emotional person, most people who meet me recognize that, sometimes surprising me with their immediate perception, was it really so obvious for all to see ?
No matter (=, where I was heading with that was that now I find myself even more so. I would not be surprised if I found myself weeping at the beautiful tweeting of a bird next (=
I must definitely stay away from the poems of Rumi and Hafiz in these times, at least in public, at least in my business meetings, else I will dissolve into a puddle of water ! (=
And no harm in being a puddle of water, my son can jump into me and play to his hearts content, but it might be too difficult for the business person on the other side of the table to take it all in….
And Dearest Annie, heart within my heart, your words of advice are precious indeed. I never felt so supported in my life, in good times or bad, your love and encouragement shine through in every glistening word, so beautiful you are, and so precious to me, and to all our family here. I will take your advice to heart, in terms of process, we are going for our second counseling session today, its the second time this week, and the air is perhaps being cleared of all the past miscommunications between her and me.
And Katrina, the woo-woos keep coming, don’t they ? For a personality like mine, which is fairly, (and the choice of that word may be an understatement (=, particular about dates, numbers, etc….that coinkydink is really quite interesting. I have found strength from your words, from your life, from the you that is you, and some part of my mind can see more clearly the shared journey we undertake, not just in abstract, but more particularly, you and I. Am very glad that you thought fit to share that precious nugget, there is more I want to say,but I can see Papa Lawrence and Shovha both rolling their eyes ! (= ( and perhaps some others too! (=
And lastly, but certainly not the lastly (=
Bernard and Michele, dear ones, I am certainly glad that you enjoyed the poem, but I must state that the first most poignant part of it ( for me, and perhaps you too) is lifted from Hafiz, my ole friend…somewhere, somehow I knew him once and am glad to know him again… (=
May the Garden of Forfgivenss invoke forgiveness in all those who happen on this interminable post (= and may they smile with the forgiveness with which I end.
amen.
I found the line where your son can play in the puddle of water so endearing. A child’s innocence – the love of non-judgement…your healing salve so close…just like the in the poem, a breathe away.
Much Love Always
{{{ <3 }}}
aloha tex … and all fellow villagers in the garden
annie, anil, bernard, katrina, michele and nina in this recent week
there is a happy birth to announce …
I have a new granddaughter … jayden
she’s precious and pure love (just like each of us all of us!!)
wanted to bring her into this garden and show her around the place
may she bring some joy and refreshing softness
Congratulations, Grandma Peggy! And to Great Grandma, too! I hope you get to hold her soon, or at least get some precious skype/facetime to see her tiny hands and feet. (I’m thinking she is in California — but maybe she is there in Hawaii?) My 1 yr. old is the brightest part of my life right now, even though i still love my older granddaughter a billion tons! Still, the newly open eyes and total trust of an infant are unmatchable to show us what it means to be a Child of God. Joy and celebration for you and your growing family!
Let me join in the Garden Celebrations that welcome Jayden!!!
I’m not sure if she was born yesterday, March 19th where Jesus proclaims we are entitled to miracles…and she is your family Miracle!
I have my own theory; that what ever day of the year you were born that workbook Lesson is your Life lesson.
I happen to be born on Lesson day 230: “Now will I seek and find the peace of God.”
I can honestly say that that has been my life’s pursuit.
So many Aunts and Uncles welcoming dear Jayden
Oh….my long post with only it’s opening sentence appearing and I have to dash…I used too many special characters in the decorations I posted for Jayden.
Peggy, you lucky grandmother you. Oh how wonderful these babies smell. And the eyes – yes, thats when we start to remember where we came from, a little moment ago
aloha … am having to visit in rich imaginings
haven’t seen my kids or grandkids in way over a year!!
haven’t left my little island in the middle of the ocean!!
world traveler that I am … it’s kind of funny!!
time and place and space and grace and all things become very surreal when each day is right here in the same little tiny space
it truly opens and releases all preconceived notions
everything is a letting go and releasing and absolution and freedom from everything absolute freedom
loving what is, without even taking the workshop!!
Oh that makes me smile wit all my cells 🙂
:::: Then let Him lead you gently to the truth, which will envelop you and give you peace so deep and tranquil that you will return to the familiar world reluctantly ::::
May our prayers lead us to this, our Father who art in Heaven.
Amen
<3 so sweet.
Today I pray and give thanks that I am spared a future like the past.Today I leave the past behind me nevermore to be remembered. And I raise my eyes upon a different present, where a future dawns unlike the past in every attribute.
Amen.
I join with You my brother today to embark upon the sane curriculum .
Leaving behind the past and ready to hear and learn and follow You The Teacher Who Knows the way to Him.