My mind is part of God’s. I am very holy.
2-5-2024
“By establishing your Source it establishes your identity, and it describes you as you must be in truth.”
This quote has me thinking of identity. In seminary this weekend, … continue reading
“By establishing your Source it establishes your identity, and it describes you as you must be in truth.”
This quote has me thinking of identity. In seminary this weekend, … continue reading
“There is another way of looking at the world.” (L33)
“I could see peace instead of this.”
“It is from your peace of mind that a peace perception of the world arises.”… continue reading
I had lunch with friends today. One is approaching 70 years old and sees her life as stressful with the care of her mother, her adult kids, and her grandchildren. … continue reading
“I am not the victim of the world I see.” (L31)
I am free to choose.
“I’m ‘struggling’ this morning with what to write. I see loved ones who are struggling in … continue reading
“I would like to be remembered as a person who wanted to be free … so other people would be also free.” ~ Rosa Parks
Hollie offered this quote … continue reading
“Real vision … does not depend on the body’s eyes at all. The mind is its only source.”
The mind is my source of real vision because … continue reading
“… we emphasized yesterday that a table shares the purpose of the universe. And what shares the purpose of the universe shares the purpose of its Creator.”
I brushed past yesterday, the statement … continue reading
“The light you will see in any one of them is the same light you will see in them all.”
It excites me to think a real change is possible … continue reading
“Vision has ho cost to anyone. It can only bless.”
I am learning to see; I’m improving all the time. It seems to me that the first-year goal at seminary is to … continue reading
“Attack thoughts and invulnerability cannot be accepted together. They contradict each other.”
I just imagined a big strong man who is expressive of his strength, and I expect that he will be … continue reading