Rest

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“This is what the Sovereign LORD, the Holy One of Israel, says: ‘In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it.'”  ~Isaiah 30:15

I think churches put too much emphasis on repentance, not enough on rest, quietness, and trust.

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The Waiting was the Hardest Part

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Tom Petty is a legend. I am still reeling from his sudden death on Oct. 2, 2017. It was such a surreal announcement. We heard conflicting news reports-first he died, then no, wait-he is hanging on.

There have been a handful of times in my life I have actually prayed deeply for a miracle to happen. This was one of those times.

In my teenage years, Tom Petty was always on the radio, and I liked pretty much everything he put out. He had such passion and soul in his voice. My husband, Tom, really made me realize that is what  I really appreciate about singers. I do LOVE to dance -slow or fast- but when it comes to singers, I don’t even care if it isn’t “perfect pitch” if the singer makes me feel they believe what they are singing.

I have come to really appreciate Tom Petty in the last year or two. His music and his kindess to so many will be forever cherished. My husband introduced me to the Traveling Wilburys many years ago. At the time I didn’t think they were that great. But I took a second listen years later, and loved them!

Last year, I had several health problems that I never thought would end. Somehow, Tom’s ” THE WAITING IS THE HARDEST PART” soothed me at that time. Even though I am so , so sad right now, it is his music that helps me through it.

I have been mesmerized since his death by all of the things written about him, and the constant YOUTUBE music videos and beautiful, amazing songs. It seemed so fitting that the last thing he said to the concertgoers at the Hollywood Bowl after taking his final concert was, ” God Bless You.”

God Bless You, Tom Petty.

I found this wonderful tribute song on the internet today. It brought tears to my eyes. I can just see Tom looking down and LOVING it!

 

 

“Joyless children do not make good men.”

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One of the causes Jacob Riis championed was building playgrounds for New York’s children:

I wanted the sunlight in there, but so that it might shine on the children at play. That is a child’s right, and it is not to be cheated of it. And when it is cheated of it, it is not the child but the community that is robbed of that beside which all its wealth is but tinsel and trash. For men, not money, make a country great, and joyless children do not make good men.

His autobiography, The Making of an American– and all of his books– are in the public domain and may be downloaded from Project Gutenberg, HERE.

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I Am

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Life at Midlife
by Mary Anne Perrone

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task.
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can…

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Dormant Fears

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I don’t know why this thought occurred to me in the small hours of the morning when I should have been sleeping, but it suddenly hit me that when the bomb exploded over Hiroshima that morning in August, it wasn’t just 70,000 people who died instantly. It was also animals and plants.

There were cats and dogs who had just had their breakfast. Kittens were nursing. There were birds coming to feeders, butterflies coming to flowers. The flash would have caught some birds and insects in flight, never to land.

Carefully tended autumn gardens would never be harvested. Flowers that were sources of beauty vanished. Bonsai trees, lovingly cared for sometimes for decades, in an instant turned to steam and smoke.

I was a child of the Cold War, and grew up with the fear that a madman would destroy the earth. Sometimes when I left for school I wondered…

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