Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
...Sarah Palin* will notice our kids wearing their Alaska t-shirts when we listen to her speak on Monday? She will undoubtedly know the small fishing village name on their shirts if she can see us (we'll only be about 20 feet from the podium).
*we would take the kids to see any presidential and vice-presidental candidate visiting our hometown!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Threads woven from generation to generation.
In our personalities, our likes, our skills, our looks...
and sometimes even in a golf swing.
Friday, September 12, 2008
When I got home from my day at the Fair, I returned a phone call to a friend. She is weary from life and in need of encouragement. I let her talk and then we both, figuratively, tipped our heads upwards as I prayed to our Shepherd on her behalf. Peace, Love, Hope, Rest.
Are we not like the sheep who, moving about valleys often lose sight of their Shepherd?
Look up little lambs. He is there.
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.