Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Wondrous and Amazing Developments

Something momentous has happened. Grandpa has fallen in love. He's a goner. A lady, lovely beyond description, has swept him plum off his feet.

Everyone, meet Cloey. No picture or description does this women justice. She simply sparkles. From the minute I met her I was enthralled and pronounced her a modern-day Miss Lavender. If I ever write a book she'll be in it.

They are positively smitten with each other.

She affectionately calls him a "clown" and he calls her "my cleo" when she isn't around, and many more endearing names when she is around.

Grandpa fell for Cloey and Cloey certainly fell for my Grandpa's charms. As Grandpa likes to say...."I said "wilt thou?" and she wilted".

They'll be married October 17 at Apison Church at 2 O clock in the afternoon. If you'd like to see two people very much in love get married you should come.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


Statistically 250,000 - 300,000 people died today. Their stories ended.

Somewhere out there children of untold number were either beaten, sold into prostitution or experienced starvation today.

People all over the world wondered today if there is any purpose or meaning in living.

Spiritual battles were fought in this great controversy today.

And I...I worked on a computer class. I sweat over mowing the lawn. I sat here and wrote a blog. That's what I did today.

The seeming futility of it all is nearly overpowering. Yet, waiting on the Lord is never futile. Even so, if I fail to have a heart for the sufferings of the world now I have failed in much. God forbid that I become a casual observer of a chaotic earth that is falling apart.

I need a heart that is broken by those things that break the heart of God.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Wagon Riding

Archie and me have things figured out.

I fill him up will grass clippings.

And he gives me a ride down the hill.

It's splendid!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Not yet...

Summertime puts me in a mood. When this mood hits there is little else I crave more than a fresh peach. I want to feel the soft, itchy fuzz. I want to wash it off, shake off the water and eat it. I want my face and hands to get messy with peach juice.

There is a basket of peaches on my kitchen counter. They look so nice and are so tempting. I want one of those peaches. Every time I pass by I eye them. When I'm close enough I reach out to feel them. Then the disappointment hits. My fingers tell me these peaches can't be enjoyed yet. It isn't time yet.

I wake up the next morning. I see them. I feel them. It still isn't time. Not yet. In time I will enjoy them. Just not yet.