Relationship With God
I traveled these more than three-hundred miles because I have a story to tell.
Lessons from a Puppy
How about you? Are you content? Do you wish for more? Do you wish for less strife?
Home is Best!
It was a great trip. We enjoyed the warm sun one last time before the gray clouds and rainy winter that is ahead of us. We had our travel itch resolved and chased the sun on our flight back west. We were home. And though I love to travel, home is best.
Travels are Fun, But Home is Best!
It is good to travel, but also good to be home.
Old and New Memories
It was exactly as I remembered it. New memories, old ones to treasure.
Looking Back, Looking Forward–Always a Good Choice
Journey. Photo by Ruth Sullivan I'm looking forward to a new year. I don't know what's in front of me, but I know what's behind me. Hope for the future. As you may know, Jim and I are facilitators for GriefShare and often the grieving one will say, "I can't wait for this [...]
Good-bye Tropics, Hello Thanksgiving
Castaway Cay, Disney's own island. We've been on another journey this week. A Disney cruise on the Caribbean. We were celebrating the 40th anniversary of a radio ministry we are big fans of, Focus on the Family. Focus on the Family Cruise On the cruise we were able to preview [...]
The Solid Rock
What was the highlight? I was asked... We're back from our trip around the United States. We didn't cover all of the US for sure, but added 9500 miles to the SQ. People ask me what the highlight of our trip was and it was hard to say. We saw the Liberty Bell, Plymouth Rock, [...]
The Journey Continues
Theodore Roosevelt National Park. The beauty is more in the ruggedness of gouged out badlands, with juniper trees softening the sharpness of the deep valleys. At the end of the road on the North Unit of the park, we walked the path to the edge and gazed at the deep ravine, studded with rocks, and scrubby trees. Our voices seemed muted by the largeness.
We Went East to find West
We camped in the Blue Mountains, south of Lake Wallawa and Joseph, Oregon and here’s a little of what we experienced: the clean smell of juniper, the rugged mountains—glacier scraped sides, studded with boulders. Up high near the top, are grassy meadows. We are close to the mountains and they seem to climb forever to the deep blue skies. The trees display a palette of greens: the tall pines have an olive green cast, the fir a darker green, contrasted by the lighter mint green deciduous trees. Like brave sentinels, the trees cling to the steep sides.