#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


Busy, busy, busy!

And I love it that way.

As usual, I wrote my Morning Pages as soon as the dogs had been out, come in again, and given their strange but healthful breakfast. What a mixture! Green tea, canned pumpkin, string beans, kibble, and lean ground turkey. Yum-O, as Rachel Ray would say. (Not.)

Being a writer, I write my prayers. I guess this means God reads, instead of listens, at least in my case. :) I had to smile, remembering a prayer I once read: “Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulders and Your hand over my mouth.” Good advice for me–right up there with Thy will be done.

You might wonder what I pray for, since I am already so blessed. I pray for peace and plenty for all living creatures. I pray that the oceans will be healed. I pray for strength and wisdom and a quiet mind, for ideas. I pray for the courage to speak my truth, but do so kindly, and with fairness and respect. Mostly, I say Thank You.

Once I’ve finished talking to the Boss, I write a little letter to the band of angels who watch over me and mine. Today, I asked them to pass on some thank you’s to loved ones who’ve gone on to the other side. I asked my dad to take special care of the Buckaroo when his time comes, and make sure he knows where the good and faithful horses are supposed to stand. I told Gramma Wiley how much I loved her stories and her home-baked pies and the way she made a place for everybody in that tiny ranch house outside of Northport, and I told Grampa thanks for the limericks (he made them up off the top of his head, custom-designed for the recipient) and for the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes. And you know what? I really think they got the messages.

Today, I will write. Sadie will go to swimming lessons. The zinnias will get a little taller. :)

I can’t help drawing parallels between prayers and seeds–I’m a writer, it’s what I do. Draw parallels, look for connections. A prayer is like a seed–something beautiful and useful can grow from the tiniest of them both, if loved and nurtured. A smile is like a seed, too, and so is a kind word. We might never know what a difference it made to some person or lost and helpless creature.

Make a difference, today. Say a prayer.

Plant a seed.

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