Kira Simon

Kira Simon

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  I see thimbleberries in bloom near the state park.  Their white blossoms seem suddenly to appear, as if by magic.  When we first moved to the island, a friend brought a thimbleberry pie as dessert.  She was closed-mouth about where the berries came from.  According to her husband, she’d once shared her best picking site with someone else, and that person picked it clean.  Since then, the next-best patch was her secret, not to be given out.  While thimbleberries may be limited in availability, how blessed we are, Lord, that your message is not limited; rather it increases with the sharing.  When I speak to another of your love and forgiveness, that love, that forgiveness is not diminished but multiplied in the giving.  As I speak of your love, I am the recipient of still greater love.  Thank you, Lord, for small gifts like thimbleberries and for the greatest gift of your Son, and for a message that multiplies. Amen.

Breathe DeeplyBreathe Deeply

When I travel to another country, I take with me a small bottle of perfume I’ve never worn before.  I use it during the trip, and when I return home, that scent helps me recall where I’ve been and what I’ve experienced.  When I’ve left the island for any length of time, the scent of the ocean first greets me, even before I can see its expanse.  The salty tang of seawater mixed with the hint of sea life is like an elixir that reminds me I’m home.  I breathe in deeply and celebrate a scent that must have been one of the first aromas that existed when God created the world.  We sniff our surroundings without thought, but perhaps there is nothing more evocative of our past than the sense of smell, and how blessed with are to possess such a powerful sense!  I thank you, Lord, for giving me this privilege, for providing me with this avenue to connect to the beautiful world around me, to connect with you. Amen.

Lights at NightLights at Night

  Last night when the darkness seemed deepest and sleep elusive, I looked out and saw a string of shrimp boats near shore, their lights shining as if there were luminescent beads strung on a necklace.  I thought of their crews, working hard in the dark, dropping and hauling nets, cold, wet and at risk.  They do all of this so that I can enjoy the luxury of a fresh shrimp cocktail or shrimp and pasta for tomorrow’s dinner.  There must have been others watching the ships as well—wives, husbands, partners, each staring into the light, hoping all is well.  Be with them I pray, dear Lord, and be with all who work in the night for my convenience and safety.  Police officers, medical personnel, emergency responders—so many who place themselves in danger in the darkness.  Be with those whom they tend as well.  Grant your safety and healing, your protection and peace, your gift of full nets and productive hauls.  I thank you for their work, and I ask you to remind me in the morning to thank them myself and keep them in my prayers. Amen.