Stories and other stuff

I got up at six.  I had an errand to run that didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to.  It worked out the way it was supposed to, but that's altogether a different story.  Or maybe it's just part of this one.  OK, I'm kinda 100% sure it's part of this one, but that part of it I'm going to keep to myself. So, there I was....no, not at 30,000 feet; mine was more like the parking lot of the Kohl's in Clinton.  It's 10:46 and I'm wearing a Bass Pro tee shirt and the dirty pants from yesterday.  I need a shower.  I did brush my hair before I left, but I'm not gonna win any fashion awards.  I'm not trying to impress anyone...I HAVE to get my kid his Christmas presents like NOW and I have a coupon. Church isn't on my radar screen.  It's all right sometimes to miss a Sunday because sometimes you get to BE the church.  But this Sunday it was not  all right to miss church, because if it were, then there wouldn't have been this b...

I was just sitting here thinking about something my roommate said today.  And I wonder why it is, that we so often are willing to share the little platitudes of the faith, but never the real story.  And what is it that keeps us from talking about the miracles that happen every day to us? I think I know.  Often times, it's either so unbelievable or overwhelming that we're not sure whether or not we actually believe it. I know that's a lot of why I don't share with all y'all like I used to.  I can't ask others to believe what I often don't understand myself.  Here's a case-in-point story that really happened.  Miss June actually had a Sunday where she could go to church and on the way home, she got a little choked up as she told me that when she sees Pastor Karl at the pulpit, all she thinks of is the day he stood at the top of the steps of a chapel on a beautiful fall day in October.  She said those words to me, and as she said them, we passed a car...

Because I'm so tall, I have a very large step.  A normal step for me is seriously about 36" and the estimate is so close that over 100 yards, I'm accurate to within less than a foot if you measure it.  I learned this by pacing off things like rooms in the house or the back 40 once. I used to tell my kids and when I was with my ex, to hold my hand because if you don't it's very easy for me to get ahead of you, however unintentional it is. Today, I'm remembering to hold God's hand.  So to speak.  I have a tendency to want to run ahead of Him.  OK, that's the job?  Let's get going!!  I don't wanna wait.  I'm all about getting busy, except for this time. This time, I understand that there's a plan and it's unfolding, but in God's time.  And as I look back, what's starting to happen is God is giving me the time to see relationships starting to develop.  Others are growing stronger.  Bonds are being formed in ways I don't...