Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
Fall Woods 01 11/13/2014 — Anne Springs Greenway, Fort Mill, South Carolina
It takes a regular routine of returning to a quiet place to open ourselves to what is calling our name, seeking to get our attention, and point us in the direction of our destiny and the work that is ours to do.
Be aware of the things that catch your eye, that pique your interest, that wink at you and disappear.
We do not think our way to where we need to be. We feel our way there with propitious encounters and accidental turns of fortune, both good and bad.
We do not control what our life needs us to do. And must be alert to what is being offered to us, asked of us as we traverse the terrain of our days, so that we don't keep missing the gifts that continue to be presented to us, waiting for us to receive for the hidden blessings they represent.
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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