Miscellaneous things that I post. Could be deep. Could be shallow. Could be sad. Could be funny. Might even be true.
The fire ants have invaded my driveway. They have dug their way down through one of the many cracks in the concrete and begun to excavate. The little buggers are almost unstoppable. We treated the yard this past Spring, which has proved effective for keeping them out of the ground and grass around the house. […]
There is a sign at a local park that says “Annoying Noises Prohibited.” I took a picture of it because it seemed so silly. I mean, who decides what’s annoying? And how do you enforce such a crazy law? If I bring a baby to the park and it cries, would the police come haul
Yesterday afternoon, as I drove west on the interstate, the setting sun glared in my eyes. There were a few clouds just below on the horizon, but the sun was still too high for them to provide any protection for my tired, squinting eyes. It was hard to focus on the road. I thought about
Mosquitoes make me angry. They quietly touch down on my skin, stick a barb in me, and start sucking my life blood. Sometimes I feel a little sting as they bite. I look down and swat, slapping myself hard and spilling out a few choice words, but it’s too late. Even if I manage to
Having recently survived another birthday, I am reluctantly reminded of my age and the fact that I am getting older. What I also realized is that I will forever be getting older. Someday, I may die. Someday, I may get a new body. Someday, I may live in a different realm. But I won’t get
I was really blessed by this article, so I am sharing it here. I always thought I was commanded to be salt. But that’s not exactly what Jesus said. Here’s a link to a good read by Winn Collier: www.intouch.org
Time is limited. You can’t do everything. Space is limited. You can’t keep everything. Want to do something different? Maybe you need to give up something you are doing now. Want to get something different? Maybe you need to give up something you have now.
Today, my youngest son graduated from highschool. He may still be worrying about what he will be, but today, I’m pretty proud of what he already is.
On trash collection day, we have two trucks that come by. One picks up the trash, the other comes later and picks up the recycle stuff. Earlier this week, I went for a walk down our street right after the trash pick up truck had gone by. The full recycle bins were all still sitting
Great and Holy God Author of my soul Write in me your peace For you are the Painter of my life The Builder of my destiny And all that I am or ever will be, is yours.