Thoughts began
to appear more
like subtle prayers.
Old ways of thinking
fell naturally
to the background
as my mind merged
more fully
with my heart.
Old wounds were
honored and held
with love
for as long as needed
when it was difficult
to let go
all at once.
After a while,
holding and letting go
became one movement
and life was seen as
one continuous
silent prayer.
Laurie's Notes 
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I love this and see how all that does fall to the background. I was thinking of honoring the feeling of how it feels when not honored. We can even honor that. Since it keeps showing up it must need attention I think. Hum. Okay so here we go another glorious day to prove how awesome God is. Amen! I love you!
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Awe. Iove how I didn’t know what to honor and you knew ππ
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Yes! We honor the feeling of not being honored! Of course! You’re pretty wiseππΎ
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Well I was thinking about that this morning…who else to honor it but us? I have more to share for later of course! Today is my Wednesday for real! LOl β€
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Oh shoot. OK. Later πππππππ
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α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦α¦ I love you
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