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Six Sentence Story: Order

I'm joining in again this week with the Six Sentence Stories link up. Please feel free to join in.  This week's prompt:  order. 

There is order to my days; each starts and ends with prayer.

Plants and animals alike depend upon my loving care.

The people in my family deserve the best from me.

Meals, scripture study, Family Home Evenings, date nights--we schedule time for each regularly.

Six days we do labor, to keep our home running smoothly.

But on the Sabbath day we rest, thus renewing ourselves weekly.

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Thanks for the rhythm of our days.

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  1. My day begins and ends w prayer as well

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    1. I find that makes a huge difference in my ability to cope with whatever the day brings.

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  2. Nice to have such a orderly life. :)

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    1. There is plenty of time for wrenches to be thrown, but I find if I can be consistent with the things I mentioned, things just go more smoothly.

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  3. Very nice. I need to cultivate morning prayer to something more consistent...

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    1. It makes a difference, I think. The nice thing about morning prayer is that if you suddenly remember in the middle of the afternoon that you forgot, middle of the afternoon prayer works, too. :-)

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  4. Very nice. I need to cultivate morning prayer to something more consistent...

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  5. The routines of our days are comforting.

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  6. I hope tomorrow will be a nice relaxing day for both you and John. Hope you're staying cool.

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