As the Deer . . .

I am not a television fan. I'd rather explore or research the internet . . . or today because it was so nice I took our family dog to a park for a walk. Dogs are permitted in the park -- but not on the walking path, so we had to find our fun elsewhere. But God always provides. As we entered the park at about dusk . . . you guessed it . . . there were several deer grazing on the edge of the woods. Gentle and serene. Now usually our little terrier (like Toto--only her name is Rigby) is ready to "take-on " the world or any larger or smaller creature in her pathway. She thinks she's fierce. But there was no barking . . . there was no sense of "let me at them." She was calm and gentle . . . as the picture she was seeing -- the deer on the edge of the trees. Funny how God connects creatures -- human and not.

A GREAT Miracle

Wow . . .is God great or what ?? Today . . .God's handiwork was shown to us all -- in the pictures of our new friend Jake. He's actually our GREAT nephew . . .since God placed us in a bigger family. Miracles of salvation. Miracles of love and miracles of new life are all so evident to us in the birth of Jake. Praise the Lord for every part of him . . . his hair . . . his grown-up size and -- never to forget . . .the dimple in the chin. This is a fine touch of the Master's hand.

Injustice for all!

I'm ever amazed as the injustice that lurks around every corner, stop light and roadside. Just because you have a nice car . . . are under 30 years old and are a male -- you are ready to write the check. Why does injustice leave its trail of blood on the side of the road? Why are some people targeted for bad things? Why do some people get all the praise . . . and do little work ? Why do some folks just naturally fall on their feet -- never a fall -- and others . . . .whoa . . enough of this.

God's Hand

I'm praying for a friend and their family. It's a difficulty to understand why bad things happen to good people. What is in God's plan ? How can we find out ? How long will it take to know ? Sickness is overwhelming and medical procedures are difficult for us to undertand. But I do believe that God will be in it all. Perhaps there is more to learn. Just when God reveals Himself in someone -- and sickness comes -- then God is revealed even clearer in the stronghold on faith. Please pray for Fred. There is no cure . . . but hope is in God and the revelation of His plan.

How Lovely is the Day

I am energized by the warmth of the sun. I am hopeful of many things just at the sight of green grass . . . and I am earth-bound when I'm planting flowers. Today is one of those days. My personality is a bit "high". Can't help it. And it's hard to understand why others who are a bit more mellow than I am -- (that's half of the population) -- aren't right up there with me. My husband doesn't quite understand -- and my kids have developed a survival technique. They can't hear me. But God hears me and sends along people who make me smile. People who are like me and want heaven to be a continual musical . . . dancing and singing in the streets. God always sends people my way. Perhaps YOU are one of them.

Who Are We ?

I am ever intrigued by what makes people the way they are -- or respond the way they do. Basically I have always thought firstly of the childhood environment and influences. But people have bad stuff happen as children are never apparently affected by it. Other people have great things happen to them and find themselves in emotional turmoil and distress. In the words of my old friend, Bug -- what's up Doc ? What gives ? What makes the difference ? Who decides the outcome ?? I am ever amazed at God's design in our freewill. And it is God who rescues us if we let Him. If we can ever get out of our own way - and follows His . . . whew, a novel idea!! And a book would do, too! It's already out there. It's the Bible.

A Very Bad Day

Yesterday was a bust!! It was really bad -- all around me. There was sadness. There was pain. There was whinning. There was complaining. Yikes. But today the air was different. The sun was shining. Lots of work got done. People were happier. (and the Yankees won!) God worked in my life, and I felt his protecting Hand. But why is satan's voice so VERY LOUD ?!? Why is God's still small voice, masked by the sadness. Masked by misunderstanding. Hidden by human frailty and weakness. I want God's voice to be loud, clear and ringing in my ears. I guess I control the volume, really . . . .and if I'm paying attention I can turn the knob.