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These Roses under My Window

These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones. They are for what the are; they exist with God today.

There is no time to them, There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower, there is no more; in the leafless root, there is no less.

Its nature is satisfies, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike. There is no time to it. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future.

He cannot be happy and strong until he, too, lives with nature in the present, above time.

  • Excellence

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Making the World Better

Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness—kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.

  • Integrity

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We Change Things

I used to pray that God would feed the hungry, or do this or that, but now I pray that he will guide me to do whatever I’m supposed to do, what I can do. I used to pray for answers, but now I’m praying for strength. I used to believe that prayer changes things, but now I know that prayer changes us and we change things.

  • Integrity

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Blinded By Fear

So often I find myself fretting, worrying, anxious, afraid, asking God: “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” “Am I on the right track?” “Are you there?” Looking, searching out there, outside myself, for an answer for affirmation.  

But, then there’s a flicker of a thought, an unsettling, but wonderful thought: Maybe these very fears, anxieties and panicked questions are themselves the very scales over my eyes that blind me to the possibilities that I’m where I’m supposed to be; that the answers I seek are not ‘out there,’ but within me, and that there’s no right path but only my path.  

 

So I begin to consider that maybe the better prayer would not be the one filled with anxious questions, but rather one of request: God help me not be so anxious; help me to always see the potential you see in me.

  • Reverence

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