August 2, 2008, Saturday, Michigan
Early AM,
Temperature 75 degrees, Sunny

My lady and I watered the flowers, the plants and
the grass around our house.
We've made sure every living thing in this,
our corner of the universe,
is not thirsty on this summer day and
is ready to greet the rising sun as I am, and
receive all the energy they need to grow as I do.

Today is another day for celebration,
prepared by God
so magnificently for us, creatures.
I ask myself as usual,
"Are you ready for celebration on this day?"
Then ask again,
"Have you come home?"
"Have you forgiven, reconciled and healed
whatever trespasses, differences, and wounds
you've encountered and suffered in your journey?"
"Are you ready for the invitation to joy,
the celebration, the everlasting party,
especially prepared for you by HIM?"

I look out of the window.
I see the trees, the plants, the flowers, and
the blue sky beyond, and
the brilliant sunbeams penetrating and
reflecting the leaves of the backyard grove,
exhaling the fresh air for me to breathe in, and
I see HIS hand's tender touches
over all the living things around me.

In a moment,
my heart is filled with fresh blood.
The next moment
my body is filled with fresh blood.
In a moment,
my breath brings in the fresh air.
The next moment
my flesh is full of pulsing life.
A moment, full of life, energy and awareness.
A moment of awareness of the awareness.
A moment full of smiles, joy and happiness.
In a moment,
my heart is filled with fresh love and energy.
The next moment
my small world is full of love and energy.

It is the celebration of your coming home,
God's joy.
"Not because the problems of the world
have been solved,
not because all human pain and suffering
have come to an end,
but because one of HIS children who
was lost has been found.
What I'm called to is
to enter into God's joy,
not the joy that the world offers.
It is the joy that
comes from seeing a child walk home
amid all the destruction, devastation and
anguish of the world.
It is a hidden joy...."
(from the book, The Return Of The Prodigal Son
by Henri Nouwen)

On this day of August 2, 2008, Saturday, Michigan,
It is my sincere wish and prayer to invite
all the human beings  and all the creatures on Earth
to the party, celebrating God's joy finding
all HIS lost sons and daughters.