This was a line I read in my morning meditation on joy:

Joy becomes a Hallelujah in the choir loft of our mind. (Barbara Johnson)

Throughout the activities of the morning, this line has been playing over and over in my mind, intertwined with a quiet-but-exultant Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah. No matter where we went, or what we were doing, I could hear that Hallelujah above all of the other noises around me. Sanctuary within. We carry it everywhere we go; as long as we keep our eyes and ears of faith open, we maintain that "posture of prayer" deep within us even as we become immersed in the hectic pace of the day.
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When you don't like a thing, change it.
If you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

(Maya Angelou)