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still saturday: key moments

December 14, 2013 By Sandra Heska King

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“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the hidden and holy heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments and life itself is grace.”

~Frederick Buechner

Still listening,

Sandy

Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details on the left, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep.



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  1. HisFireFly says

    December 14, 2013 at 10:09 pm

    welcome home – may His peace hold you close as your heart lingers in Haiti

  2. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    December 15, 2013 at 1:19 am

    Life itself is grace. What more do we need to know?

    And . . . how do I learn that, burnish it into my own heart?

    Thank you, Sandy. Always.

  3. Joanne Viola says

    December 15, 2013 at 6:14 am

    Beautiful quote! Thank you for reminding me that “all moments are key moments”. Truly I do not want to miss one moment! I am grateful to have read this quote this morning & am going to share it as well 🙂 May you have a blessed Sunday!

  4. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    December 15, 2013 at 9:31 am

    The “boredom and the pain of it” really speaks to me right now. You are in my frequent thoughts and prayers, sweet girl. Love you BIG. xox

  5. Maureen says

    December 15, 2013 at 11:38 am

    “All moments are key moments…” We do forget that don’t we. Good reminder – thank you!

  6. Nina says

    December 15, 2013 at 3:29 pm

    I read the quote severeal times …. lowly, tasting each word … Yes, I’m still listening too – Grace on Grace!

  7. Laurie Collett says

    December 15, 2013 at 4:42 pm

    Lovely quote & photo! Thanks for hosting & God bless!

  8. Lyli @ 3-D Lessons for Life says

    December 15, 2013 at 8:45 pm

    Lord, give me eyes to see it this way.

    I think I might start copying this quote into the front page of all my journals…. Wow!

  9. God's Character says

    December 19, 2013 at 6:51 pm

    I nominated you for the Sunshine Award
    http://godscharacter.wordpress.com/2013/12/19/sunshine-award/

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    December 15, 2013 at 1:17 am

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