Still reading Lamott, and here’s her next gift to me:
And this is God’s own truth: the more often I cried in my room in Ixtapa and felt just generally wretched, the more often I started to have occasional moments of utter joy, of feeling aware of each moment shining for its own momentous sake.
God gives us mornings, and lets us wake from our nightmares, and choose joy.
Kana's Chronicles 
Reminds me of my One Saturday post a couple of days ago…then it was *poof* over and the nightmare returned. Whattadrag. ‘Tis a choice, tho…
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Beautiful.
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Very nice. :)
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‘Joy cometh in the morning’ -hugs to ID from AZ
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This is very beautiful :)
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A wise woman with wise words! A joyful good morning!
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God, I love this message, Kana. Such a sweet, simple and refreshing post.. Makes me want to breathe in my morning here in Kentucky. Have a great day, my friend.
Hugs,
Kathy
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Just what I needed to read today. Thank you.
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Don’t I know it Roomie! I so appreciate every spectacular color, the expressions on faces no matter what they are, and rust on old statues that I have missed for so long.
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Hmmm….I think I’ll have to read Traveling Mercies again. I read it years ago, and remember that I found it full of little bits of wisdom. Thanks for the joyful thought today!
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What an incredible truth … thank you!! :D
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Loved the stained glass window if that’s what it is. Thanks.
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Been a few years since I’ve read her, but I love the frank honesty of Anne Lamott.
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