When You Try, God Is There And

I Keep Thinking Of The Gifts Of My Own Upbringing, Which I Once Took For Granted: I Can Read Any Book I Choose And Comprehend It. I Can Write A Complete Sentence And Punctuate It Correctly. If I Need Help, I Can Call On Judges, Attorneys, Educators, Ministers. I Wonder What I Would Be Like If I Had Grown Up Without Such Protections And Supports. What Cracks Would Have Turned Up In My Character?

Time Rushes By And Yet Time Is Frozen. Funny How We Get So Exact About Time At The End Of Life And At Its Beginning. She Died At 6:08 Or 3:46, We Say, Or The Baby Was Born At 4:02. But In Between We Slosh Through Huge Swatches Of Time--weeks, Months, Years, Decades Even.

I Tell Myself That I Had Simply Better Accept The Fact That The Death Penalty Is Here To Stay In Our Society, At Least For A While, And There Is Nothing I Can Do About It. Maybe, In Time- After How Many Executions? - People Will Come To Realize The Futility Of Randomly Selecting A Few People To Die Each Year.

Lavish Love On Others Receive It Gratefully When It Come To You. Cultivate Friendship Like A Garden. It Is The Best Love Of All.

When You Try, God Is There And You Get The Grace You Need To Get You Through.