Our True Angels

May we stay ever mindful of those who have served us in time of war and peace. May we ponder their sacrifices and hardships. May we humbly tell God how grateful we are for our freedom.

It is in the prayerful mind, the thoughtful mind, the grateful mind... that we find solace and freedom. Yes, the freedom we so easily take for granted.

Thank you to all who have served, those who continue to serve at this time and those who will follow in those footsteps. Without you - our true angels, all our freedoms would be lost.

May we bow our heads... and remember.

Summer Is Almost Here

Ahhh... Summer!

Sand and surf, sunshine and gentle breezes. Even the angels enjoy the softness of the wind rippling through their feathers and the coolness of the water against their skin. It is a happy time, a time of regeneration and vitality, playfulness and laughter.

School is out soon. Be aware of the little ones that may cross your path. The angels do their best to keep up with them, but there are SO many. Each of us must do our part too. Because if we have told them once, we have told them a thousand times... that is our job. Their job is just to be kids, and by very definition, they forget. And if we can't get them to remember, then we must. It's our own little way of being angels on earth.

Happy Summer!!!

To Rest

Angel resting, drinking in the God Light. Pausing before the break of day to hurry to unknown tasks. Rest, Angel, rest. Be calm, be still, feel His presence.

Learning Something New

Have you ever considered music lessons? You never know when you may need them!

Something to consider...

Many people believe we have a guardian angel that protects us. Today I'd like you to consider this - What if that isn't true? What if we have an army of angels? Sacred scripture talks about multitudes of angels. I have difficulty wrapping my mind around what that word could mean. But surely it might encompass the fact that we could, indeed, have more than one. It was just a thought... Happy Considering!

Fickle Thoughts

A part of me sits by the window

waiting for your return.

I wonder what my hurry is

and why it is I yearn

to know the seasons one by one

as quickly they pass by.

I'm never satisfied for long;

it almost makes me cry.

And yet when winter passes again,

I doubt I'll even glance.

No quilt of white will I view

on which to play and dance.

And even if by some strange fate

I hear the snowflake's drummer,

I'm sure at once I'd be entranced

by fickle thoughts of summer.

Our Greatest Angel

Happy Easter