Seek a suitable time for thy meditation, and think frequently of the mercies of God to thee.
Thomas à Kempis
Jolted, I bring with me to wakefulness memories of my precious little Yorkie, Chelsea. The dream prompted, I’m sure, by photos Gerry and I reminisced over yesterday. I used to call her my perfect dog; I miss her still, four and a half years after her too-soon passing.
Wide awake, I turn to prayer for a time, then reach for my Kindle and open to a favourite nighttime read: The Imitation of Christ by Thomas à Kempis. The ancient language, paired with wisdom that falls like pearls, comforts and teaches me.
In silence and quiet the devout soul goeth forward and learneth the hidden things of the Scriptures.
I come to understand that these middle of the night hours are sweet gifts in this season.
Remain with Him in thy chamber, for thou shalt not elsewhere find so great peace.
In time, time sleep comes again and I rest gently. I wake to snow falling like feathers and find that my nighttime foray into wisdom has altered my perspective.
And it is well.
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It was Super Bowl yesterday and, while Gerry watched football, I spent a bit of time on YouTube. I came across this interview with Brene Brown on her latest book Braving the Wilderness and I wanted to stand and cheer from around the eleven minute mark when the interviewer read an excerpt from the book. Language alert, but it’s well worth taking time to watch—and take appropriate action afterwards if warranted.