It was raining, yet she stopped to buy some roses from the street vendor. They probably weren’t very fresh. Then again, neither was she. She’d gone without this treat long enough. Her yearning for the past didn’t disappear just because there were no flowers in the present.
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The whole gang is here…Capt Jeff returns to the helm, and brings along Steve Nelson, formerly of Papua New Guinea. We also have the resident diva, Lisa Hendey, who shares about her upcoming adventure to Rwanda. I have to say, I am looking forward to seeing her updates on this exciting trip which will coincide with the CNMC in Boston!). Maybe we’ll be able to have her join us via Facetime. Ha.
Angela, Billy, and I play nice too. It seems like we always have something to talk about, especially since Lisa wrote a letter to Pope Francis and asked him a question. Don’t you love Lisa?
What would you ask the Pope?
Unusual. Challenge yourself to rethink your ideas about what subjects are appropriate, and then challenge yourself again to find an unusual perspective on your subject.
This picture is a selfie, a reflection of my front yard off the glass storm door. Every time I walk through this way, I adjust the American flag that we fly proudly on our front porch. The wind blows into the corner and tends to catch the flag and flip it once, sometimes twice, around the post before I notice it and straighten it up again.
I do this week after week until it’s time to retire the flag for the Boy Scout Troop at our church, and we put up a new flag.
I don’t think it’s a great picture from an aesthetic point of view. I’ve taken better. In fact, I was playing around with reflections all week trying to come up with today’s post, but I picked this one after I spontaneously posted this #gratefultweet on Twitter:
I woke up in a reflective mood. It’s been a crazy week with news of war, and in spite of rhetoric, sometimes artfully deceptive, but mostly absurd, I feel no more hopeful than when all of this started. It stings to be talking of war on yet another 9/11 anniversary, one that is now doubled as a reminder of unresolved Benghazi questions.
I was going to let today pass with just some private reflection. Prayer. A visit to the Adoration chapel at the church down the street from where I work.
But then I thought, no. I like this picture; I’ll post it today. I like that the flag, though caught in dim light, it’s color starting to fade, is the focal point. Though everything behind it may seem colorless, you can see I’ve played up the colors in the flag.
I searched for the meaning of those colors and found this explanation:
“The colors of the pales (the vertical stripes) are those used in the flag of the United States of America; White signifies purity and innocence, Red, hardiness & valour, and Blue, the color of the Chief (the broad band above the stripes) signifies vigilance, perseverance & justice.” from usflag.org
I like that, and my prayer is that we always exhibit those qualities as a nation.
