While we walk through life one moment at a time, sometimes the moments feel like ages and sometimes they feel like fleeting breaths, flying through us unable to be caught. Such is life. I have a prayer to share with you today, but first, I’d like to repeat a few lines from a song by Claire Cloninger that I shared with you in my last post. After speeding through the first month of 2025, we need to remember:
From the first bright light of morning,
To the last warm glow of dusk;
Every breath we take is sacred,
For it is God’s gift to us.*
Therefore, together, let us pray:
Journey North Character 