Last week a friend asked me, What’s your favorite song? So many went through my mind – really, my mind was paralyzed, I couldn’t think of any. So I said, Simple Gifts, the Shaker tune. We sang it at our wedding – after the ohmms. A question on the 41st anniversary of the day I met my wife. 41 years! We are blessed to appreciate simple gifts. Especially crawling between the sheets at night with each other. I love Jack Nicholson’s line to Helen Hunt in As Good As It Gets, You make me want to be a better man. Simple gifts, a magic lever for best health. Have a good week.:)
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Lamentations 3:22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
In the middle of a dirge, the poet expresses hope. I treasure the grace of every new day, and have been known to sing “Morning has Broken” at the top of my lungs while the dog pack and I have our first morning excursion. The shar peis admire my singing; the pekingese is less impressed.