A prayer attributed to St. Francis
Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is discord, union;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
…from the cabins in the woods to the condo on the green. So happy I could go and assist in the move.
Funny the things that turn up when moving. Here are just three uncovered oddities at my parents’ home: a can of baking powder marked in the old-fashioned way, a banker’s box made into a “play box” by my daughter more than 20 years ago, and a mummified dragonfly. Treasures of a different sort!
There’s a new queen joining the hive at The Episcopal Church of the Advocate in Chapel Hill and she’s sporting a fine green spot. Can you see her among her drones?