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               I turn forty today—one of those birthdays with a zero at the end that are made to be a milestone.  Whether it is or isn’t, like most in life, it’s what we choose to make it.                I wake at the same time (actually slept in—started my day only a few minutes before five).  […]

               Do you believe in God and scriptural sings?  Do you believe God gifts messages and affirmations in design and orders laid before us for discernment?                I do.                There is a land auction today.  It touches ground I own (or, more accurate, am making payments for).                 I am going.  I intend to […]

               Maybe some day another will read, check-in and follow up.  It will be sign of another’s interest, sign of another’s care: their value we exist.                 If not, trouble not: our life is not their worry.                Neither is it ours.  Our life is not our own; it’s for the purpose that we serve.  […]

               Maybe some day another will read, check-in and follow up.  It will be sign of another’s interest, sign of another’s care: their value we exist.                 If not, trouble not: our life is not their worry.                Neither is it ours.  Our life is not our own; it’s for the purpose that we serve.  […]

               Life is a puzzle that, as ideal, becomes more clear in time and connection of its pieces.  Maybe one day it all comes together: we see it full for what it’s meant to be.  Maybe (and most likely for our majority) it remains greater and lesser degrees of mess; the proper place and fit […]

               Our son had a rough morning.  Rarely the peak of a nine-year old’s interests and priority—we went to church.  Worse, think perhaps we would take a family picture for potential Christmas card—we dressed up.                All of this he took in kind and time.  He tied his dress shirt around his waist.  He wore […]

               Our son was having a rough morning.  Rarely the peak of a nine-year old’s priorities and interests—we went to church.  Worse, think perhaps we would take a family picture for potential Christmas card—we dressed up.                All of this he took in kind and time.  He tied his dress shirt around his waist.  He […]

               “Dad, can we run the road in the morning?” my youngest son asks from top bunk of his bed.                 He ran the treadmill tonight.  He benched a thirty-five pound bar with ten pound bumpers on each side after dunking on a basketball hoop hanging from a downstairs closet door.  He’s been boxing me—hits […]