I almost feel dirty having lowered myself to the Mike Gundy nonsense I covered on the blog yesterday. But sometimes you have to summon the courage to write what you feel or else you wake up one day and you’re like the passive-submissives at the Daily Thunder or Chad Weiberg.
Fortunately-we had this trip to Colorado scheduled with the ‘Fam’ and it comes just as the Oklahoma temps are set to re-enter the 90 degree range for four days.
Perfect for us. Just perfect.
But before I go…I want to purge myself of the Mike Gundy filth and share with you one of my favorite meditative prayers that helped me so much during the toughest days of the Stage 4 cancer journey.
From St. Francis:
Lord, make me a channel of thy peace–that where there is hatred, I may bring love–that where there is wrong, I may bring the spirit of forgiveness–that where there is discord, I may bring harmony–that where there is error, I may bring truth– that where there is doubt, I may bring faith–that where there is despair, I may bring hope– that where there are shadows, I may bring light– that where there is sadness, I may bring joy. Lord, grant that I may seek to comfort rather than to be comforted–to understand rather than be understood, to love, rather than to be loved. For it is by self-forgetting that one finds. It is by forgiving that one is forgiven. It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal Life. Amen
I love every word of it. If you’re a fake Trump Christian…you should try it sometime in place of all the hate.
That’s it for me today.
Eternity forever. MJ