Susan’s Thursday Morning Note
March 5, 2026
A collection of famous prayers and thoughts from various centuries.
Good morning! Our angel of dawn is distracted from handing me her gift of this beautiful day by playing with a little squirrel running around early this morning – sent out of his nest early to watch the sunrise and watch the cranes rising to continue their journey. Enjoying with his entire being running in the morning light with his acorn treasure. I wonder if he pretends to be a superhero squirrel that he has been told about as he is read to at night within his nest. Does he dream? Does he notice that the spring flowers are wanting to open soon? Does he look forward to yellow daffodils? Does he look to the heavens?
Does he see from his limb my angel of dawn pairing in my kitchen window encouraging me to enter this day? Does he notice how much music is coming from his tree from the little birds? What does my little squirrel notice? Does he ever try to sing with them? How fun to be him this morning. Loving being alive because he is part of nature. Part of my scene. He is on stage this morning also encouraging me to look up past the limbs of this tree, past little birds singing, past the clouds. Encouraging me from his part in my play to look all the way to the heavens. To enter this beautiful day called our life.
I will type prayers for him to read as he peers through my window. He can share these thoughts with his little friends as I write them for you. A little treasure was brought into the store this week, I Will Lift Up Mine Eyes. A collection of famous prayers and thoughts from various centuries. Words that have stayed in my mind that have been hiding between the covers of this book. Waiting for this particular morning to find their way into our world.
Prayer at Morning by Robert Louis Stevenson
The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.
Comfort for Every Sorrow by Anne Frank
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature, and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.
Love All God’s Creation by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Love all God’s creation, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf, every ray of light. Love the animals, love the plants, love each separate thing. If thou love each thing thou wilt perceive the mystery of God in all; and when once thou perceive this, thou wilt thenceforward grow every day to a fuller understanding of it: until thou come at last to love the whole world with a love that will then be all-embracing and universal.
Watch Thou, Dear Lord by St. Augustine
Watch Thou, dear Lord, with those who wake, or watch, o weep tonight, and give Thine angels charge over those who sleep. Tend Thy sick ones, O Lord Christ. Rest Thy weary ones. Bless Thy dying ones. Soothe Thy suffering ones. Pity Then afflicted ones. Shield Thy joyous ones. And all, for Thy love’s sake. Amen.
I Trust by Helen Keller
I trust, and nothing that happens disturbs my trust. I recognize the benificence of the power which we all worship as supreme – Order, Fate, the Great Spirit, Nature, God. I recognize this power in the sun that makes all things grow and keeps life afoot. I make a friend of this indefinable force, and straightway feel glad, brave, and ready for any lot heaven may decree for me. This is my religion of optimism.
Experiencing a great sorrow is like entering a cave. We are overwhelmed by the darkness, the loneliness, the homesickness. Sad thoughts, like bats, flutter bout us in the gloom. We feel that there is no escape from the prison house of pain. But God in His loving-kindness has set on the invisible wall the lamp of faith – whose beams shall guide us back to the sunlit world where work and friends and service awaits us.
Let Nothing Disturb Thee by St. Teresa
Let nothing disturb thee;
Let nothing dismay thee;
All things pass:
God never changes.
Patience attains
All that it strives for.
He who has Good
Finds he lacks nothing:
God alone suffices.
Begin the Day With God by Thomas Blake
Every morning lean thine arms awhile
Upon the window-sill of heaven
And gaze upon thy Lord,
Then, with the vision in thy heart,
Turn strong to meet thy day.
Our little squirrel has disappeared. Little tiny birds have taken his place on the stage. Spring will arrive soon. Our musicals continue to play. Minor parts of our compositions. Beautiful moments in our compositions. All making up life. Turn strong to meet Thy day. All things pass: God never changes. Let nothing disturb thee. An invisible wall in our caves holds a lamp. All thoughts and prayers that have been waiting patiently to be read between the covers of this little book.
Look at all the books around you. Think of all the words. All the thoughts. Our patient friends that wait until the timing is right to enter our minds. To enter our souls. To help us keep our perspective that life is short. Life is beautiful.
Our songs are already written. Our squirrel and little birds are in our script today to add their joy. All part of our composition called life. Thank you for letting me again enter your Thursday morning and for coming into our store. We will have the coffee brewing, smiles, friendship, and books surrounding you that may have words that will change your soul. Susan
Latin for this week
sciurus – squirrel
ruber – robin (red)