Yesterday, July 9,2013, I wrote:
I’m listening to Barber’s Adagio for Strings conducted by Leonard Bernstein as we fly above the clouds enroute from Phoenix to Houston on the way to the Shenandoah Valley airport via Dulles. It’s going to be a long day.
However, I have dedicated this day in advance to a New Beginning. Instead of dreading a day that begins at 7:30 a.m. in the West and concludes at midnight in the East, I hope to live in the State of Grace that Maya Angelou talked about in yesterday’s post.
Right now I am praying for my family. My husband in Seat 16-A. My son and his family in the greater NYC area. My daughter and her husband in Pittsburgh. My mother and extended family in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, and my husband’s family in Virginia and Michigan.
Thank you, God, for each of them. May they be safe, and healthy, and live with ease. May they be grateful for life and may they bear their burdens with integrity and dignity. May they know You love them. May they find and follow Your call for their lives.
Shine through me, O Spirit of Peace, and light on all I love.
In the words of Anne Lamott: “Thank you, Jesus. Wow. Help!”
The United Airlines steward is coming toward me now. I send him blessing. He will offer my seatmate and me drinks. I order tomato juice. He gives me ice and the whole can. Thank you.
I learned to pray as a child. We prayed at every meal and at bedtime. Here’s a short excerpt from my memoir Blush: A Mennonite Girl Meets a Glittering World
about my childhood prayers:
I’m interested in hearing about prayer and you. Were you taught prayers? Do you you pray on planes? What connection is there between prayer and action in your life?
My New Beginning today? Go buy some fresh vegetables and stock the refrigerator with good food.
What’s your New Beginning? Log in here. I’m off to go read what you have logged in the last few days.