The publicly personal celebration of that fact begins with my sister Karen's birthday on the 10th and continues with Veterans Day observances and we touch base with the reverence we hold for those who serve to keep us free. Then we know that Advent is just around the bend...and Thanksgiving fixings are considered, shopping lists are made, calendars fill up with holiday events, bells ring, snow crunches, choirs rehearse and our hearts prepare for the coming of the Lord's birthday.

So, speaking of hope. I want to leave you with a prayer at the end of my Sunday afternoon ramblings:
Gracious God,
gentle in your power and strong in your tenderness,
you have brought us forth from the womb of your being
and breathed into us the breath of life.
We know that we do not live by bread alone
but by every word that comes from you.
Feed our deep hungers with the living bread
that you give us in Jesus Christ.
May Jesus' promise, "Where two or three are gather in my name,
there am I in the midst of them," be fulfilled in us.
Through the Holy Spirit, make us a joyful company of your people
so that with the faithful in every place and time
we may praise and honor you, God Most High.
Amen
Although I am writing with regularity for a project that is unbelievably fulfilling, I do miss clearing out my heart here in Kimmyville from time to time. It is here that I bring my issues and dissect them until they begin to make sense. It is here that I learn what I truly feel about someone or an event about to happen here in the Bluegrass. It is here that I can upload whatever photo I want, whenever I want, write my own caption...or not...and press the publish button whenever I like. It is here that I bare my soul. It is here that I let my human-ness show.
It is also here that I often leave you with a peaceful goodbye, for now. Thanks for reading all this, lambchop.
peace,
Kimmy
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