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Having opposing viewpoints does not mean ignoring those in need. Our minds may think differently, but we all carry God’s Spirit."

~Marie Morrison~

Blessings to the Veterans

"Blessings to all of our veterans. They have given up their freedom so we may have our freedom. As they go on their journeys, at the present time or in recalling the past, God will never abandon them. He is providing them with fortitude, a gift of the Holy Spirit and one of the Cardinal Virtues. Thank you, veterans, for... your courage, fighting evil to keep us safe.~Marie Morrison~"

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Losing a loved one brings seasons of memories. Images are of birthdays, dinner time visits, special songs, trips, favorite foods and books, laughing over silly things, and so much more. The first year brings out the rawest of emotions for those left behind. Time does not really heal, as the absence only shows the pers...on is not coming back. Knowing that they are now holding hands with God is our only comfort."
~Marie Morrison~

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Facebook Spirituality From A Wheelchair: "Living your passion can mean you love what you are doing. From another view, passion is going through pain and suffering, as Jesus did. Christ rose again, and so shall we, renewed with His Spirit, ready to meet another day.
~Marie Morrison~"

BATTLES AND SUFFERINGS

There are many battles in our world. We have the military, but let us not forget those suffering from depression, personal demons, illness, types of abuse, hurtful relationships and struggles of many sorts. We pray to God, asking Him to help those in need, that they may feel His unconditional love and peace.

~Marie Morrison~

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Facebook Spirituality From A Wheelchair: "A troubling time brings sadness, anger and frustrations. At the same time, it may end strained relationships, form new bits of wisdom and a new outlook on life. Crumbled pieces are swept away, as a new self begins. God is silently in the wings nurturing this fresh start on living in His world."

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Facebook Spirituality From A Wheelchair: "We must tend to our bodies as we do our gardens. We nourish it with water and get rid of the chaff, separating it from what is essential for growth. We treasure these gifts God has given us, different but so alike. Tending to both will bring out God’s spiritual abundance of loving our neighbors as we do ourselves."

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Facebook (1) Spirituality From A Wheelchair: "I could make a list of all the things going wrong in my life or I could turn around and make a list of all the good things going on in my life. I believe I will choose to do the latter. Our Lord will smile."

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Facebook Spirituality From A Wheelchair: "Spirituality From A Wheelchair We can get into the habit of routines, forgetting to take in life itself. Do one thing different today. As you do so, you can say to God, 'See, God! I can do something differently! Now I think of you as I do so!'"

A QUIET MOMENT

It is 2:00 AM. A candle is lit, while my lavendar incense rests elegantly in a delicate vase nearby, releasing a pleasant, soothing, fragrance. Slowly, I sip my chamomile tea with milk, as I attempt to put my mind into a sense of calm. What dreams I will have, picturing fields of lavendar. The rays of the sun will show off all their glory, as I breathe in the sweet, heavenly smells of this exquisite, purple flower.

A LOOK AT SEPTEMBER 11

Many of us can remember the day President Kennedy was assassinated. We know where we were when we heard the news. We can say the same about hearing the news of Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy. There were also the unexpected deaths of Elvis and John Lennon. Each individual left some form of impact on us. We could tell other generations how it was like, being part of history.

We had no idea that the next chapter in history would involve the assassination of thousands, on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. The killings this time were not prominent figures of our society. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters died that day. They kissed and hugged their families good-bye that morning, expecting to return home that evening. Many were looking forward to the upcoming football season, while others were thinking about the open house that evening at a child’s school. There were the newly engaged, dreaming of wedding plans, and those finding out they were going to become a mom or dad, excited to become a parent for the first time, or maybe for the second or third time. The new baby would join the family of siblings, ages two and four.

There were others flying to get home, anxious to be back with their loved ones. Some were on business trips, preparing to make a presentation or be attending one. Cell phones were at work, callers telling those on the other line to have dinner ready, looking forward to a favorite casserole. Still others were in the military, doing what was necessary to keep our country the safe place that it has been since 1776.

In an instant, all of this was taken away from us. Instead of mourning one individual, there were those thousands of individuals to mourn. The wrath of one group of people changed innumerable lives. Mommy or Daddy would not be coming home; those season tickets for an NFL game would go unused. Weddings were not going to take place and becoming a parent within the year was no more. In its place were fear, grief, tears, questions and anger. Dissipated was the nuclear family, broken, unable to be replaced.

Living two thousand miles from this heinous act, I could provide prayers for many. However, to feel the terror those did on that day is not something I can empathize. I can express my condolences, but I cannot say, “I know how you feel.”

I was not covered with ashes, the results of destruction. I did not hear the sounds of panic, nor did I take in the odors they inhaled. When I shut my eyes, I do not see plumes of smoke, the mass running of thousands to nowhere, or people jumping from windows to their death. I did not have someone knock on my door to say my loved one didn’t make it, nor did I have to rush from one person to the next, photo in hand, to ask if someone had seen this important person in my life.

It has been nine years since the assassinations. Those who were in grade school are now in high school. Weddings have taken place and babies have been born. The void remains, however, of those lost that day. Survivors remember as if it happened yesterday.

Many more have lost their lives since then, giving up their freedom so we may keep ours. Loved ones continue to experience falling to their knees in agony, after hearing of another death. The sense of security no longer exists as it did before. The unknown lingers heavily on the minds of all people. There is a look of alarm in the surviving victims, never letting one’s guard down. Lives have been rebuilt, but not at the same endurance and strength as before. There is a determination to be the ones in control, but in the back of everyone’s mind is the thought to be careful, to be ready for anything.

I commend those who were directly affected on September 11, 2001. They have had to keep living, in spite of the torment experienced. Time goes on, with that second hand never slowing down on the clock. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, days into months and months into years. No one can turn back time. It has been a long, continuous, journey, not over yet. My prayers and compassion will always be there, as they travel this arduous road.

AT LONG LAST

Greetings! At long last, I am back to my writing. It has been quite awhile since I felt well enough to write. I went in to get medical tests done, only to come out worse than before the tests. Apparently, the tests triggered something else in the body, causing additional problems.


At times, I have felt so ill that I began to wonder if I would ever have a quality of life again. Those fleeting thoughts only lasted seconds, as I knew my life was much better than that of others. I had food to eat, water to drink, a roof over my head and a dear family to care for me. I also felt that my suffering was nothing compared to that of our Lord Jesus. In fact, I became closer to Jesus because of all the additional problems.

It is easy to take for granted what each of our days brings us. We tend to be busy from the moment we open our eyes and get out of bed each day. There is the morning rush, getting out the door, not wanting to be late for our destinations. Around us, everyone else is also running, usually with a sense of worry. “Will there be much traffic? Will I find a parking place? I hope I can get a seat and not have to stand during the ride. Why do I have to attend that meeting? It is always such a waste of time.”

Nowhere, in these conversations with ourselves, or with another person, is there a thought for God. We are just too busy. Our days remain busy, taking care of this need and that, forgetting the need to say a prayer, thanking our Lord for another day. At the end of the day, there is again the traffic to deal with on the way home, the meals to fix, the family activities to attend, the helping with a child's homework, and the house to clean. There is the television show to watch, so everything has to be complete by then. Once again, there is not the time to think about a prayer, praising Jesus for getting through one more day.

It is a vicious cycle, day in and day out. It is not until our health changes, and we cannot keep up with our hectic lives, do we sit back, remembering whom it is that lets us have a family, gives us beautiful sunrises and sunsets, and makes fertile ground so we may have food on the table.

Though I continue to wear out easily, I am adjusting to my new quality of life. I continue to pray for others listed in my prayer journal, aware we are never alone as we carry our crosses. Overcoming our challenges is a motive of God’s, teaching us to become stronger in our faith. It is faith that gives us hope. Once we have hope, we will believe God is right there with us, as we climb through the obstacles to reach our goals. If we fall, God will help us rise and persevere, no matter the journey. Thank you, dear Lord, for always being there.