#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
I Believe…

That one night, two thousand years ago, a Great Light penetrated the darkness of sin and suffering and sorrow, and changed the fate of humankind forever.

That Jesus of Nazareth was and is this Light, and that all who turn to Him and speak an invitation will be transformed.

That when we “die”, we awaken, as one from a shallow, restless and troubling slumber, and say to Him, “I had the strangest dream…”

That Home is a place where there are no shelters, for human beings or for animals, because shelters are not needed. There is no war, no sickness, no poverty or oppression, deception or abuse.

That we are wanderers here, but not so far from Home as we imagine. Once in a while, in a peaceful moment, I catch a glimpse of the Place, with the eyes of my heart, and I feel hopeful again. I remember that I am a dreamer, in the process of waking up.

Sunday Blog

I would have written a blog on Friday, but the power was off due to a big wind storm. I did the only sensible thing and hied myself to the casino, where there was light, warmth, and action. The whole experience got me to thinking about how many things I take for granted–hot coffee and hot baths, for example. And my computer, which, since I’m not a telephone kind of person anyway, has become my means of staying in touch with the outside world.

I came home when it got dark, still not knowing if the power would be back on, but not wanting the dogs and kitties to be alone and scared. How my heart lifted when I saw the Christmas lights glowing colorfully in the dusk!

I forget to give thanks for things like electricity–until they’re gone. I want to do better in the gratitude department from now on.

Today, I’m meeting a favorite sister-in-law and her beautiful grandchildren for lunch. Sadie’s ear infection is under control, and she’s feeling her old frisky self. I got the packages mailed and some of the cards. It’s clear and sunny today, and the needles of the pine trees in my draw glisten with light.

So very much to be grateful for.

The stitching across the toe of a cowboy boot is called a toe wrinkle.

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