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Graduations and Funerals...

The new profile picture is of my granddaughter, Samantha, who graduated from H.S. with honors on Sunday.

We're so proud of her.

I represented our family at my brother in law's funeral that same afternoon. It's hard to believe  Paul is gone. Quickly and painlessly. Lately I've had  lots of time to think.

Suddenly, I'm faced with wanting to make some changes in my life and this poem prompted some serious thought.

I read it at the Military service at the cemetery in WV on Tuesday.

PRAYER FOR TODAY...

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light, and where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

This came from an al-anon meeting which I attended.

Paul lived by this prayer especially in the last few years of his life. It's how I'd like to live my own life.

Anyone know where this is from? Or who wrote it?

Blessings!
Barb

PS May the next few weeks be uneventful and joyful as I'll be entertaining the triplets while their mom has a much needed vacation. Please pray.

Comments

  1. It's good to see a post from you. That prayer has great meaning to me also. I know it is said to be the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi, but I don't know if he wrote it.

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  2. Yes, I just heard from my niece and she confirmed.
    Life has been too busy here.
    After June 14, days should slow to snails pace. Looking forward to lolling around enjoying summer. Journal writing etc. Blessings.

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  3. The poem is beautiful and I am sure those present were blessed by your reading of it. Enjoy the triplets!

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  4. A beautiful poem Barbara. I'm so sorry about your brother-n-law. I tried to leave a comment the other day, but as you already know I'm sure. Blogger went on vacation for a while . I got so aggavated at it. Susie

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  5. Congrats to Samantha, what a hard worker and good student to earn such honors. I'm so sorry about your Brother-in-Law. Life always seems to throw the bitter with the sweet. Good times, bad times. But through it all it's the love and poetry of life that gets us through.

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