A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
If I, in my miniscule world of finite thinking, find I am constantly swimming in a pool of ideas that I don’t have time to implement, what must the Great Creator be preparing for me and you in an unlimited and infinite eternity?
Really…what MUST…
Herald Bean was a crass little critter
His vile talk made the tongues twitter
Yet his stay had no “brief”
And his good was all “grief”
E’en his mother said his sweet was all bitter
Tell me I’m not the only one who does this.
Taco Soup Recipe for Tonight and Tonight Only:
1/2 can of tomato juice
1/2 can of Rotel (the other half is already mixed in the left-over black beans)
undetermined amount of left-over black beans with…
Some days it’s almost like you can smell the goodness of God. There is a freshness to life and all that is going on, like the sweet smell of honeysuckle wafting in through the screen door. I love days like that. I love those moments where a stillness…
Oh the voice of young Cynthia Twiddle
It was sweet and as clear as her fiddle
But folks turned up their nose
And refused to tap toes
‘Cause her tempo was off just a little.
leaning on aron’s kneeI am responsible to make him someone able to support others (myself in my old age)I am responsible to make him someone who desires to support others.I am responsible to make myself someone he desires to supportLeaning on…
I’ve got more blog posts started than I’ve ever had before. Ideas that aren’t fully explored are sitting in the ready position…but who has time?
I thought I’d just write a quick update in between the busyness.
Owen is updating his own blog…
Do you see my new blogskin? It was a hard fought battle, but I finally got it.
Okay, so it wasn’t really a battle. It was just a long wait.
Kris and I went to the Opryland Hotel on Friday evening and stayed until Saturday around lunchtime. Our…
I grew up in a good home. I had great parents. The kind of parents you can look to for advice, encouragement and support. They satisfied the main requirements of good parents in my mind. They loved God in front of me, they loved each other in front o…
True to Life Tuesday. I was thinking last night that I might start a series of posts on reality. The down to earth, laundry piled in the corner, crumbs under the table, dust on the television sort of posts. Not as an opportunity to whine, but as a bas…