Tonight, I was going to tell you the story about this Milkweed Farm.  You see…. all the other Milkweeds who lived on the farm….. knew Lou Ellen was the fairest Milkweed of them all.
And she was.

What happened next is actually quite disturbing.  So instead of carrying on with this sordid tale, I will just say this.

Happy Sunday Morning.

This morning I am thankful for you.  For my coffee, and my glazed donut.  For the way my slippers feel on my feet.  I am glad that the sun rose in the east… or more succinctly… that the earth kept rotating in the right direction…. and the sun came into view.

I am grateful for it all.  Hot showers, butter, Sunday Morning on CBS, hardwood floors, apples, dogs, musical scores, and milkweeds.

But you know…. most of all, I am thankful for all of you.

Because I am so glad for it all…

my Sunday Prayer is this….
If I open it, I will close it.
If I turn it on, I will turn it off.
If I unlock it, I will lock it up.
If I break it, I will admit it.
If I borrow it, I will return it.
If I make a mess, I will clean it up.
If I value it, I will take care of it.
If it will brighten someone’s day, I will say it.

I think the world is a better place for having Milkweeds.  Today, I want to do my part to make it a better place too.

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” – Thornton Wilder