The trail wound steeply up the mountain before me. Large rocks created a natural staircase, but I wanted an escalator. Rain the night before had created numerous slippery mud holes on the rare stretch where the trail flattened out. Late summer blossoms dressed the meadows while rocky peaks, adorned in stunning green forests, rose majestically … Continue reading Eightmile Lake
As I headed down to the garden to make my repair, I reflected on how the Lord is keenly aware of me and my needs.
I’m also certain the Lord observes the whole field. He paces the dugout with a perfect understanding of the best play to get me out of the inning. Through the Spirit’s promptings he signals me the whole time. But I’m not looking over.
Fun fact: if you hold up a pea at roughly arm’s length, it covers the disc of the sun just like the moon does during an eclipse. Obviously you wouldn’t want to try this due to the harmful nature of looking directly at the sun, but the same principle would also blot out the disc … Continue reading The Coolest Thing in the Universe
I dislike Fruity Pebbles more than any other cereal not because they have the worst flavor, but rather because they don’t live up to their full potential. I want them to be as delicious as their fruit-flavored cereal competitors. But they just aren’t. Instead, they are less tasty and much more difficult to clean up. It quickly dawned on me that a gospel principle lay buried in that conversation and my son was about to hear it.
I dislike Fruity Pebbles more than any other cereal not because they have the worst flavor, but rather because they don’t live up to their full potential. I want them to be as delicious as their fruit-flavored cereal competitors. But they just aren’t. Instead, they are less tasty and much more difficult to clean up. It quickly dawned on me that a gospel principle lay buried in that conversation and my son was about to hear it.
Little by little we all clutter our lives. What once seemed like a vital item when viewed on a store shelf a few years back now resides in a worn out box, labeled for a new destination, and piled in a heap in our garage.
Sweat streamed into all sorts of strange places and soaked deep into my sun hat creating a personal sauna that clung to me as I worked in the garden. I resolutely vowed to keep up on the garden this year. I had made an annual ritual of promising myself three or four times a year over the last five years that this season would be different.
“Dad, do you think we’ve found all the balls?” “I don’t know,” I thoughtfully replied. I looked around to see if any obvious balls had been missed, but didn’t see any more lying about. I musingly regarded the bucket and opined that we must have found all of them because the bucket seemed to be as full now as it had been before it fell out of the truck.
Our exploration of the downtown shopping district soon revealed a store offering free samples of jams and sauces, including hot sauces. One hot sauce had a cautionary note placed near it that warned: “Extremely hot. Seriously, this stuff is extremely hot. Sample at your own risk.”
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