
I realize how small that sounds and wish I were more noble,
but I’m stuck with myself to a certain extent. No one can change me but me. How
many times have I heard that or said that before?
All morning I’ve been remembering the first line of my
favorite poem by e.e. cummings: “i thank you, god, for most this amazing day.”
No matter the weather, the work, the people, the feelings, this is an amazing
day. I’m here and I’m part of the day. What will I do with it? Will I truly
thank God for it?

“We thank you, God, for most this amazing day…”
Sr.
Nancy Kordenbrock, OSB
Well put, Sister Nancy! Thanks sharing.
ReplyDeleteAgree this is a most amazing day in Jacksonville, Florida!
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