So Joshua said to the Israelites: “How long do you intend to put off occupying the land the Lord God of your ancestors has given you? – Joshua 18:3 NET I read this the other day and it keeps coming back to me. I wonder how much “promised land” there is in my life, […]
I like to hike. I’m not sure why. It’s just walking. Most anybody can do that just about anywhere. Even so, not everybody goes everywhere. I guess that’s the draw and the challenge of hiking for me. The real fun in hiking is all about the places where some people can’t and most people don’t
Sam and I went for a hike in the National Forest yesterday. Since it was a beautiful day at a popular spot, the trail was pretty busy. We met several interesting characters along the way, but one of the most interesting was a rather old looking individual that was standing beside the path. As we
As I write this, I can smell the cranberry bread cooking. It smells so good it makes my mouth water just anticipating the wonderful flavor that smell promises. I think the sense of smell is sometimes underrated because we take it so for granted. Or we complain about the bad smells. Skunks, garbage, BO, poop,
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
When you don’t know what to do about something, do the next something you know.
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