That bright Saturday morning, with my daughter Erika, and her two sons, Andrew and Caleb, ages 8 and 9, we took that challenging hike. We'd scrambled up the 4500 feet to the top, walked across the flat, green meadow that was like a table.
Think about it. We can talk about our life that is about seventy-some years in a little over an hour.
It's hard to wait. But that's what we are to do.
What I realized were the memories of that life in the house were the most important. And they're still there, fresh in my mind. The voices. The smells.
We all have a time to live here on earth and then die.
Do you make plans for the new year? Goals, resolutions?
He doesn't yell at us. He doesn't withhold mercy. He simply asks us to recognize our wrongs and confess them. And then he forgives.
“God is a master of timing” ~ Chris Tiegreen We’re on a cruise to celebrate our tenth anniversary. Mister and Misses Our first year was full of travel: Whistler, Canada. Victoria.Disney World with family. Aunt and uncle, and cousins in Nebraska. Washington DC, taking a train north to Niagara Falls, on to Toronto, [...]
