When you get up tomorrow, you say, “God, I thank you for Rosa. That she could sit down so I could stand up.” And only God can teach you to do two things that sound contradictory at the same time, that she sat down and stood up at the same time. We must make our history sacred. ( Rev. Dr. Otis Moss III)

Dear Lord,

Thank you for Dr. Moss, who cuts to the chase, “God, I thank you for Rosa. That she could sit down so I could stand up.”

Paradox is no reason to forget to praise God.

Mixed feelings does not mean God has not acted and saved us from disaster.

I often forget that while I am complaining, you are still gracious.

While I am doubting, you are still faithful.

Thank you.

 

Today, my heart is full, because we have visited Savannah twice and

You made it different, wonderful every time.

I love walking the streets, seeing history memorialized in each square

For the splendid brick homes, separate, but connected,  celebrating wrought iron stairs and balconies.

For luxuriant Spanish moss, azaelas blooming in January

For the Massie Heritage Center, honoring Colonial, Black, Jewish, Native American histories

 

For Temple Mickve, so Gothic, Jewish, Colonial, welcoming

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you, God, for Jame Oglethorpe, who planned this city for inclusion, tolerance, sanctuary.

For Six Pence, the British Pub with Half and Half beer and Shepherd’s Pie

For Jalapeno’s: spicy and savory Mexican cassaroles

For Clary’s, home cooking, home ambience, breakfast all day

 

 

For the Wurlitzer organ in the Lucas Palace Theater–jingle bells, drums, woodwinds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for Savannah, the same and different, every time.