Smarter people than me can't figure out my life. I mean that. However, it's always good for a laugh. There's a lot going on that I don't blog about, mostly out of respect for the privacy of the people involved. There was a time that I didn't care all that much about that. You live and learn, though. Besides I'm finding that it's a small world, and mine gets smaller and smaller every day. I don't put a lot of stock into the things I see, but often this or that will be like a little clue that something odd is going on. The car with Indiana plates I saw yesterday at the light on 36th would be one of those things. There are people from all over in Ogden. Texas, Missouri, Montana, Idaho, and the list goes on and on. There are lots and lots of people from Oregon here. And yesterday there was someone from Indiana in my neighborhood the same time I was going to work. It doesn't mean anything. It wasn't a "sign". I'm j...
Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. Psalm 119:105 I'm reading, albeit slowly, a book called Jesus Club. It's a book about how this guy started a ministry at the high school he graduated from and how it grew. Yesterday, I read a story about how he was passing a skateboard shop, needing $200 more dollars for something God told him to do and he heard God telling him to go to the skateboard shop. After a brief argument, he gave in, flipped a u-turn and went in. Turns out, he'd met the lady who owned said shop before, while standing in line at an amusement park near their home and had enough of a conversation that she remembered him. He told her of his need for $200. She started crying because God had laid it on her heart that she needed to take $200 with her to work because she was gonna meet someone who needed it. Great story. I love how God's people, when they yield to Him, get stuff done. I prepared today's Bibl...
I'm kind of hesitant to tell this week's stories. OK, last week's stories. But sometimes the stories in my life write themselves, so here is just a bit of what happened last week. I used to have a collection of shot glasses that Wendi gave me when she came out here all those years ago. I put them away at Christmas and take them out afterward, mostly just to take up space in the china hutch that runs along the wall of my dining room. By wall, I mean about 20 feet of china hutch shelves. It's a built in thing. I was dusting them the other day and a thought popped into my head: "I really should get rid of these." I don't know why. They're just there. But the thought was there enough that I actually thought about putting them away in a closet. A few days later, a friend on Facebook who is a childhood friend of my sister, posted the oddest thing on said Facebook: She was looking for some state shot glasses. Ask, and ye sha...
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