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Forgiven, Never Forgotten
When Ellen’s granddaughter was grieving back at home in Cali, she moved to comfort herself by looking through a box of her grandma’s books. At the top was Bluebirds by David W. Frasure. It was a quick read and she called and told me it spoke to her soul, as I’m sure Ellen knew it… Read more
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The Pendulum
The word vacillate is lovely, isn’t it? I mean, you can visualize the word in soft focus — swaying back and forth as an impartial-ized pendulum, never wanting to slow for fear of landing on one side or the other. Dictionary.com states it as such: To waver in mind or opinion; be indecisive or irresolute.… Read more
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Foibles of the Tumultuous Type
Whatever shall I call this post? The Fabulous Foibles of Tripping Raul? The Tragic Tumults of TR? I can just imagine the ship employees monitoring the, well, monitors from the cameras in the gym. They would wince, maybe even get up for a moment ready to call for a stretcher, and then sit down and… Read more
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Power of Prayer . . . and Enlightenment
Dear God, That was quite the lesson. I haven’t been on here for a while and for good reason. One of the babies, Baby D, well, it’s no exaggeration to say his recovery has been miraculous and that the day of his birth and the subsequent month brought more terror and heartache than I —… Read more
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Don’t look back
There is a Lot to talk about these days. Another REM song now pops into mind, ♪♪♪ It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.♪♪♪ That’s not entirely accurate I suppose. I’m probably not fine. I’m just at a loss for understanding the depth of depravity in the United… Read more
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