Woke up to this:


"My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of Liberty-
Of thee, I sing.

Land where my father's died!
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountainside,

Let Freedom Ring


(last verse)

Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of Liberty,
To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King!

Choosing this photo of a cemetery was sort of an accident, but it's sort of fitting because I find cemeteries places of sobriety and peace.  I prefer the beautiful, nicely kept ones.  People are loved and cared for.  They had beautiful lives, and they are appreciated and missed.  I want my life to be one in which I've loved and cared for others, who, when I'm gone, love and care for me.  I want them to know I enjoyed them and myself, and I want them to feel satisfied with the life I lived-- that it was surely a good one.

I surely love people... and I want to boldly love people-- even when it's inconvenient, improper, and (especially) insensible.

A Peace that surpasses understanding

A Undeterrable Hope

An Unreasonable Love.




Period.





Cemeteries.





What life do you want to have lived?