Factory reflecting sunlight yesterday
Thank you, Lord, for this day and this life. And for what peace we have.
A last night mentioned that M, his mom, was picturing Iran, pleasant places; it’s on her mind a lot lately. I never asked where they immigrated from, could be from there. He looks totally American, is totally caring of his mother . She’s a very quiet and pretty elder who speaks with some kind of accent, which I guessed might be Cuban when I wondered at all about their country of origin years ago. But his reference to Iran surprised me in that “astral traveling” setting at PSC last night, because l’m worried about a war with US, too. It seems inevitable, maybe necessary, with US promises to defend the anti-regime protesters. That’s a promise I think should be kept, with too many executed Iranians already. But who wants war?
I don’t think you dabble in wars, but I must pray, God help us, Lord have mercy.
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