So there you are, snoozing away. All is calm, quiet, peaceful. Then you hear it: the whine. Not one of the kids this time -- no, this is the whine of flight, the high-pitched sound of tiny wings. Near your head. You feel the brush of six little feet against your face, and "whack!", you've… Continue reading Sweet aromas? Offensive odors?
This isn't a post about being without earthly possessions, though it wouldn't be a bad thing to call attention to -- there are certainly people in that situation. Instead it's a reference to a message Bro. Aaron Dutton preached recently, and its after-affects in my heart. I'll try not to ruin the message for any… Continue reading WHEN A COAT IS ALL YOU HAVE
Maybe I should have packed faster. Then I could have pleaded with Joseph to leave sooner. We should have had a room… Maybe I should have asked those kings why myrrh was brought to my baby. People are buried, wrapped in myrrh. Maybe I should have sent that back home with them. It always made me… Continue reading Maybe I should have…
Walk and chew bubblegum! Oh, you've got that one? Great! (Just don't leave your gum on the sidewalk when you're done.) Pat your head and rub your tummy! Good with that one, too? Wow, we're getting somewhere. How about saying "Thank you, God" for your job while griping about your boss? What? A little harder?… Continue reading Two things I bet you can’t do at one time
They say a two year-old wouldn't be able remember much. I remember the barn burning. Not from what I was told, but the vivid picture of where I was sitting on the bed in the bedroom that doubled as a den and looking out the window. And the flames. I don't remember much else from… Continue reading What’s your earliest faith memory?
What's your "one of these days, I'm gonna..." dream? You know, the "when I have the time, ..." thing. I don't have a "bucket list", maybe because I associate those with jumping out of airplanes or hang gliding in the Grand Canyon, and I think that could hurt -- a lot. I've begun writing, which… Continue reading When you have time
I have to admit, I'm not looking forward to getting old. It's not even a real goal of mine, though I haven't picked out a time to "stop" getting older. I don't aspire to be 100, now that I'm over half-way there. Perhaps it's from watching at close range as my dear friend declined, gave… Continue reading What Is Your Quality Of Life?