There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. I wish I had said this, but it wasn't me. It was Albert Einstein. Einstein was a huge genius. I think his bagels are so good, maybe even better … Continue reading Two Ways to Live
I've worked sales ... I get it. You shop around, you pick the item, and then you go back to get it ... only to find it has already been sold. Yesterday, it was chairs for our fellowship hall. We did the homework, covered the bases, made the color choice, and only two days had … Continue reading You Snooze, You Lose
It started in the dark, early hours of the morning. I headed out towards Goshen Natural Preserve. A trail called Jump Rock. But the beauty hit me even before I got there. Once off I-64, I traveled the back roads. Splendid farms, rolling hills, cows, and the sun breaking over the mountain tops. Then I … Continue reading Jump Rock Trail Highlights
Headed out real early. Sunrise from a mountain road near Buena Vista. Breakfast at Waffle House (might stop on way back too to replenish carbs). I am excited - for me it is a new trail, new part of the state, and new park - Goshen Little North Mountain. Pics will surface tomorrow ... The … Continue reading Jump Rock Trail, VA
How was your worship this weekend? How did God challenge you, transform you, encourage you? In my little corner of the world, we had a great Sunday. Some of the exciting events were about various families celebrating. We celebrated the birth a new child (and I got the name right, a double blessing if you … Continue reading Who Schooled Whom?
friggatriskaidekaphobia or paraskevidekatriaphobia. Do you have this syndrome? They mean the same. The first is Norse, the second is Greek. They both mean ... Friday-thirteen-fear! Yes. That eerie day where dark omens appear, black cats roam, and things go bump in the night. No one knows where it got it's origin of its connection to … Continue reading Friggatriskaidekaphobia … Shaking in My Boots
9-11 ... a day Americans will always remember. I remember where I was. And I remember the emotional roller coaster in the immediate days that followed. I remember the crowded churches that weekend. And I remember that America was more united than it had been in a long time before and since. And every year, … Continue reading Wardrobe Malfunction .. or .. Ridiculous Journalism