The persistance of what is proper...
Somewhere in the whirl of my 20's and the clangor of work or whatever, that very quiet but very dainty voice of praise had slipped out of habit. The voice I learned to pray in, the world that understood the world as my introverted eyes saw it.
This happy sense or secret that what God made was enough. And would always be.
That came through to me this evening, fixing dinner in the quiet silence of our house: our lifestyles should be built on praise. Our moments, quiet thank-yous. The very architecture of our concerns - symmetry. Besides, there's actual chemical benefits to the psychology of gratitude. So that's peace. And praise.