Monthly Archives: June 2015

Don’t Overlook the Little Joys of Life


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I recently spent a couple of days at the lake with my son and his family.  With the hustle and bustle of kids and parents getting up and getting ready for a big day in the water, I retreated to the back porch with my camera.  Early morning light shifted through the trees as branches swayed in the breeze.

I kept seeing movement among the leaves, but couldn’t quite spot the culprit.  Finally I spotted a squirrel.  It seemed like that little guy could be everywhere at once.  Then I realized there were three of them romping through the foliage, chasing each other, and showing off.  They were amazing little scamps, leaping from tree to tree, running up and down the trunks, and chasing each other across the lawn.  At times it seemed like they were playing peek-a-boo with me.

All of God’s creation is full of wonder.  I’m so glad I took the time to watch these little furry cuties for a few minutes before the sliding glass door opened and I was summoned in to breakfast.

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An Adventure We Cannot See



Life on this planet is a journey of discovery for all of us no matter who we are, where we come from, socioeconomic background, or educational opportunity.  Every day is jam packed with potential.

Having lost a dear friend today and several people that I cared about over the last few weeks, I am mindful of the lessons we should learn from life, love, and loss.  All of it is good.

My best advice that I’ve learned for my life follows:

1.  Love God with all your heart and trust Him in every situation ALWAYS.

2.  LOVE the people you have the opportunity to love, but never to the point that they think they have the right to abuse you or take you for granted, or willfully harm you in any way.  LOVE yourself enough not to let that happen.

3.  Don’t miss the joy of today because of yesterday’s fears.

4.  BE BRAVE.  Take chances on things with an outcome worth the risk.


5.  Use your gifts to make the world a better place.


7.  BELIEVE in yourself and that God has a plan for you that is good, has purpose, and will bring you joy.

8.  Be a life long learner.  Never abandon curiosity and never think you have learned all you need to know.

9.  Worry more about what your heart is made of than your bank account.

10.  Work hard, play hard, love hard – live your life to the fullest.

11.  FORGIVE.  It is the gift you give yourself.  Then move on.  Don’t go back and wallow in the misery, hurt, or confusion that another person carried into your life.  Forgive, let go, move on.

12.  PREPARE your heart for the adventure we cannot see.  When this life is finished here, it is the propulsion into eternity – into the adventure we cannot see except by faith.  Go to sleep where you are.  Wake up in eternity.  Always keep your heart ready.



Rusty Hinges


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As the days tick past, I find that I can not move as easily as I did when I was young.  You might say I have a little hitch in my get along.  It isn’t as easy to do anything that I used to enjoy doing, but I refuse to give up.

Maybe I have a few snap, crackle, pops, and a few squeaky parts, but I will not let that stop me from getting up, getting out, and going beyond my front door.  Even if a hinge is rusty, it still serves its purpose and functions as it was intended.

So may it be with all of us as we grow older, still trusting that God has a plan and a purpose for us,  and as we continue to force ourselves to take steps beyond the door of our comfort zone.



Following the Calf Path


I recently discovered the poem below and love the message.  Sometimes we follow a bizarre and winding path only because it is there, without knowing WHY or HOW or WHO created it in the first place.

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The Calf-Path

      Sam Walter Foss  (1858-1911)

One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail, as all calves do.

Since then three hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.

The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bellwether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bellwethers always do.

And from that day, o’er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made,
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ’twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed — do not laugh —
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.

This forest path became a lane,
That bent, and turned, and turned again.
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.

The years passed on in swiftness fleet.
The road became a village street,
And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare,
And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed that zigzag calf about,
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They follow still his crooked way,
And lose one hundred years a day,
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.

A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.

They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah, many things this tale might teach —
But I am not ordained to preach.

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