Bitter Critter
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
Category: Writing
Taking It All In
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…
Leaning – Part 1 of 3
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…
In Between
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 It?
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…
My Father’s Day Gift
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…
One Tuesday Morning in June
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…
A Long Flight Home
Yesterday was the longest Tuesday I’ve ever had. It started in Delhi and ended in Mount Juliet and was a full 35 hours long. I know there are only 24 hours in a day but the 10 and a half hour time difference came into play and to be honest…I’m still…
“Wheels”
I was putting the last of my groceries into the back of our van when I saw him making his way around the parking lot at our local Walmart. It was cold outside and I had my two assistants with me (Ivan – 5 and Aron – 3) and was going about the sometimes…
Child of Weakness
I sat behind her at the meeting. I didn’t recognize her. Maybe she’s from a different church, maybe she attends our Saturday night service, I don’t know, and frankly I wasn’t interested enough to ask. She wore black. Not strictly black, just most…