A Smattering of Thought

Wow…it has been a while since I’ve written a post, I am a huge slacker!!  I have started several times to write an update, pen something profound or even a try my hand at a limerick, but to no avail, nothing! I have recently been reading a book with some friends called Love Does by Bob Goff.  It is a very easy read with lots of stories and keeps you very engaged.  The premise of the book is really about acting out God’s love in the world around us, through involvement, relationship and interaction.  A life lived with large amounts of “whimsy”.  I love words!  For those familiar with the love languages, one of my main ones is words of affirmation.  I keep meaningful cards from friends and family, I like to speak truth into people’s lives and even write out prayers at various times in order to make them seem more meaningful or permanent.  Therefore, when I read books, I am all about the words.  I ingest them like morsels of food, chew...

Can we equally enjoy the journey and the destination?  In a quest to see if I maybe I was alone in my thinking of such crazy things, I posted an impromptu & informal survey on Facebook.  While some responses did not surprise me {sorry Meagan} a few caused me to chuckle.  They tried to justify why they liked both or why they were a certain way but really thought the opposite. Those who answered destination seemed to apologize rather than celebrate.  Personally, I think both are equally important and both should be celebrated.  Some destinations in life are huge milestones even though the journey was not thrilling or enjoyable.  There are some destinations that are a huge let-down once you arrive and most of the joy was in the journey that may or may not have been missed. You cannot reach your destination without the journey and if your journey has no destination, what is its point?  They both depend on each other to create an expe...

A long hallway... Many doors... A variety of choices... Can I put my ear to the door to determine what could be on the other side? What if I lie down and look under the door, will it help me choose? Do I feel...    Restless?    Scared?    Confident? Or am I standing in the middle of the hall like this picture with my arms raised high to worship the One who placed me in the hall? In all honesty, I may be in the hallway a long time.  That time-frame is not determined by me.  The options behind each door are evasive and unknown, and there is a part of me that does not care.   If my heart is focused on worshiping and surrendering to my God and Savior,  does it really matter what's on the other side?  My response to the joys/pains/struggles/victories that are behind each door will be determined by my attitude while I stand on the outside. What about you?  How will you spend your time in the hallway?

Have you ever wondered at the vastness of our galaxy?   Have you wondered how big the earth is in comparison to its surroundings?   Louie Giglio did an amazing job with the video below.  If you have not seen this video, please take time to watch it.  If you have children, bring them in and watch it together. How Great is Our God by Louie Giglio WOW!  I mean really WOW!   Did you feel as insignificant I as did?  We are this small blip on a golf ball in the vastness of the galaxy, and yet this amazing, Creator God made us in His image.  He made us with the intention of a relationship.  He thought about us, we were not created by accident or chance or mishap, it was intentional.   Though I cognitively know this, my sinfulness takes over and I think He does not care, does not listen or is not aware of my trials.  Oh how wrong I am.  Louie closes with a passage from Isaiah, read it below.   ...

A crisp Fall day called for an afternoon trip to a nearby farm with a niece and nephew in tow.   We rode the whimsical tire horse. We saw & smelled the farm animals. We rode on a pumpkin train. We slide down old barrels into a cloud of hay dust. We peddled around the race track on small tricycles. We scarfed down warm pumpkin donuts and slurped frozen cider. We took a hay ride to the corn maze. We fought the scary corn stalks through the maze that would never end. Okay, so maybe that last sentence is a little over dramatic, but if you were any where near us in the corn maze you would have thought we were being attacked by the most vicious of monsters.   A little background.  My nephew is 2, a tank and ready to try anything.   Now, envision with me a trail through the corn stalks.  Blue sky overhead and a gentle hum of the electric lines. Tall corn on either side of us.   No one else around.   We forged into t...