I’ve been reading through 35 years of my journaling.
My how I’ve changed. My how God has changed!
Now, of course God hasn’t changed, but a boat load of my beliefs about Him sure have.
Over the course of a Christ-follower’s life long journey any beliefs he has about God that are beneath Him (God) will be dismantled and discarded.
I’m sitting at Gate B-42 waiting, as usual, for a United flight that’s been delayed four times since its scheduled time of departure over two hours ago. I’m among a crowd that is slowly morphing into a mob.
Okay… who’s been praying for my golf swing?
Thank you!
“Hutchison's Law: Any occurrence requiring undivided attention will be accompanied by a compelling distraction.” – Robert Bloch
Last night must have been a blue moon for this morning I went onto Facebook to peruse the status of my friends.
A young friend posted:
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed,
Some forever, not for better,
Some have gone and some remain.
All these places had their moments,
With lovers and friends I still can recall,
Some are dead and some are living,
In my life I've loved them all. – “In My Life”, The Beatles
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. ~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie
Lori and I live in Colorado. Our daughters live in So. Cal. From our driveway to Lindsey’ home is 1,103 miles, 1,051 to Meagan’s. That’s a lot of miles between us.
Jon, my son-in-law, is my wingman.
A wingman is the man who is covering your tail, an extra set of eyes guarding your vulnerabilities. The mission is effectively accomplished because of the teamwork between a pilot and his wingman.
I’m the pilot.
I’ll admit to a vivid imagination. It keeps me entertained, humors my friends, endears me to many and is the cause of sporadic troubles.
