He waits on sandy shores. They fish the Sea of Galilee until he calls—  Morning’s over, nothing’s caught— cast your net on the right side and gather multitudes.

Glory be to God! Who knows all that we need. The plan of everlasting Love Guides us to proceed Upward in spiritual thought— The angel message leads.

You are the child of God— child child child of God— not grown-up of God or adolescent … infant … embryo millennial, baby boomer, or anything else of God but child innocent pure spiritual perfect fresh vibrant receptive trusting joyful completely cared for and watched over every moment of every day and every moment of every night forever forever forever child of God — Jennifer Ann Gordon.

We’ve walked around this lake countless times, telling stories; sharing hopes, jokes, and discoveries; taking turns to comfort and encourage and, at times, offer each other a healing balm. Oh, the stories this lake could tell! Once you asked, “What is Christian Science?” I paused.

no mote or beam can mock the shaft of light you are  too luminous for night to leave some mark  no  you are made for light of light God’s light Love’s halo rests on you through you  no mote no beam  just rivulets ripples rivers  resplendent dawn — Joni Overton-Jung.

In consciousness at one with God we find this holy place, a place where we’re not limited by person, time, or space. This secret place of oneness, unknown to mortal thought, is seen and felt in Spirit, as the kingdom Jesus taught.

Lord, show me the meek man the humble man the true. Show me the good man with humility to You.

I wandered out in fields on starlit night, clutching fear in tightly rounded fist, thinking I’d find peacefulness in flight, and give up fruitless efforts to persist.   Crossing stubbled field, by need possessed, with lighted sentinels etched across the sky, I slowed my pace, scooped stillness to my breast, and stood there Soul-filled, uttering no cry.

My view of precious you,— dear child-idea, reflection true,— is pure good, priceless, beautiful; eternally perfect and spiritual; so you’re whole, wise, harmonious, loved,—and love-filled too,— with dominion intact; so gracious, with freedom, in fact, that is bountiful, since you and I are joyously inseparable and always divinely all new; it’s completely, irreversibly true: all this and more is My life-law,— and ever-gift for you. — Suzanne Goewert.

My prayer is celebration Of what God means to me: All Mind and Love and Spirit Sustaining harmony.   I never have to ask God To fix or rearrange.