Thanksgiving for me always has a certain bitter-sweetness to it. I am overwhelmingly grateful for the many blessings I have received, but I am also reminded that my “highs,” like my “lows,” are transitory. As I ponder Christ’s statement that the Kingdom of Heaven is near, I wonder why it still seems far away. And so I live between memory and hope, grateful for my past, but also looking forward to an eternal life in the future. “Let nothing disturb thee;
Let nothing dismay thee: All thing pass; God never changes.” Teresa of Avila
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Wallowa Lake |
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Powder Valley sunrise over the Wallowas |