We're heading out today to spend some quarantine at the lake. We have a cabin on Beaver Lake, and you'd have trouble finding a more isolated place that was still close to civilization. I'm looking forward to the quiet, to the undisturbed dark at night, and to the restorative quality of the water. We're taking the hound with us. Right now he's pacing around worrying about being left behind (as if that's ever happened!). but he'll go to sleep in his travel kennel. I'm taking some sewing and a scrapbook project, but I mainly plan to read and lounge around.
I won't be able to blog for a few days. We have no wireless out there. I'll try to soak up some peace and commune with my co-author. The Holy Spirit lives at the lake, so maybe I'll get home with some new thoughts and words. I'd like to sign off for a few days with this prayer, sent from the chaplain of the Arkansas Daughters of the King:
We are not people of fear;
we are people of courage.
We are not people who protect our own safety;
we are people who protect our neighbors' safety.
We are not people of greed;
we are people of generosity.
We are your people God,
giving and loving,
wherever we are,
whatever it costs
For as long as it takes
wherever you call us.
Amen
by Barbara Glasson, President of the Methodist Conference
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