My week begins with peace…Peanut-the-cat curls up on the table space between the keyboard and my tummy…my right arm curves over the contours of his body and humms with his purring sound.  He does this every morning…has for years.  There is a perfect time to be cuddled and touched…morning writing time is that time for Peanut!
It has been five years now and I remember that our home felt its peace shattered by the alarming news coverage of the morning-televsion set.  This morning I pray for the families of those lost in the terrorist attacks of 9/11.  I continue to pray that we learn in this lifetime to be peacemakers…that the differences between us shrink…becoming less important…while the similarities between us grow.

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