Oh boy, the clock says 8:00am
but I can tell right away
the hours in front of me
will make for one long day. Continue reading
One of my many oughts
Must be that time of summer when I choose to be lazy. So much for those pesky to-do lists. If I haven’t done them by now there’s a good chance they won’t get done. Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Christ: The Light That Shines in Darkness
Our eyes are made to find light. In fact, to do their job they need light. Stand in a windowless room and turn off the light. At first, you will see nothing but in a few minutes your eyes do that miraculous thing they do. They actually adjust so that they can see using small amounts of light. It’s a cool process that we take for granted. Continue reading
When love is left out of the equation…
I listened quietly. That’s what I do. I am a quiet observer.
His complaint was valid, I’ll give him that.
I listened to a home teacher talk about his assigned single sister to minister to. She owned her own home but was “needy” in that she always asked him to help with fix-it chores. Perhaps he was just venting because he was talking to a family friend. The problem though is that I also was there. And I related to the single sister’s situation. Continue reading
The Day the Dreamer Woke Up
The day the dreamer woke up
is not a sad tale for all.
For some out there,
it’s part of life’s call. Continue reading
Lazy
An important consideration for a lazy person. How much can I accomplish and how little do I have to work to do it? Continue reading
General Conference thoughts: Abound with Blessings
Not to detract from the analogy Elder Renlund used but to try and put it in my language here are my thoughts about faith and works. Continue reading
By the time she was my age…
Recently, I visited my aunt and looked through some photos. She has pictures I have never seen before of my grandparents and my dad when he was a boy. As I looked at a certain picture of my grandma I realized she was about the same age as I am now. When I was younger, I looked a lot like her but looking at a picture of her the same age as I am now I can see that resemblance has faded. My dad assures me though that I have many of her mannerisms and still carry myself in a similar fashion. That is comforting because I have always enjoyed having that connection with her even though I don’t remember her very well. She died when I was 12 but for the last three years of her life she was in a nursing home and her body became merely a shell of the vibrant woman she once was. But when I saw that picture of her of when she was close to my age I compared our lives and the different roads we have both taken to get to this age. Continue reading
Driftwood
I am a little piece of driftwood.
Don’t mind me as I float by.
No one really notices.
I never catch anyone’s eye. Continue reading
And then it rained
It’s difficult to recognize the problem while it’s happening. We can be overwhelmed or underwhelmed. Either way we could be in trouble. Continue reading
