Rabbit Trails

When we moved here 25 years ago, I said I would plant flowers. I did. And they grew. So did other things. The trees. Weeds. Kittens. Puppies. And our kids. Caleb turned five years old the day we moved. It was his birthday. Sara was 7. Olivia was 3. Daniel was 6 weeks old. Happy birthday Caleb. Caleb could read before he was in Kindergarten. He has a scar on his forehead and on his arm from bike wrecks. He likes to do transmission work on cars and trucks. He teaches the boy Sunday School class upstairs. I teach the girl Sunday School class downstairs. Sometimes on the way back, we ask each other if we have a lesson prepared.  Knowing that we do. He's our Song Leader. He preaches every Wednesday night. He has a lovely wife from Alaska, and three little girls. I've always been thankful for Caleb.     Except for a few minutes the day he was born. He weighed 10 pounds. Caleb turns 30 today. Today we've...

  Psalm 143 1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, give ear to my supplications:  in thy faithfulness answer me, and in thy righteousness. 2 And enter not into judgment with thy servant:  for in thy sight shall no man living be justified. 3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;  he hath smitten my life down to the ground;  he hath made me to dwell in darkness,  as those that have been long dead. 4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;  my heart within me is desolate. 5 I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works;  I muse on the work of thy hands. 6 I stretch forth my hands unto thee:  my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah. 7 Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth:  hide not thy face from me,  lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit. 8 Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness in the morning;  for in thee do I trust: cause me to know the way ...

      Here is *Pearls of Wisdom* from a book I just bought:   "The best way to clean a house,  is to keep it clean by a daily attention to small things,  and never allow it to get into such a state of  dirtiness and disorder as to require great and periodical cleanings,  which turn comfort out of doors."    I do the Mount Vernon cleaning method, ONE room at a time, Jane A. method, go from one end of the house to the other end. I also do hurricane season cleaning.... I will go through the house and tidy up everything I can, before June, that way when a hurricane blows it away, I will know what I lost. And sometimes you will find me on the couch, eating ice cream. The Blue Bell method.   

  Sometimes, listening to somebody's dream, is worse than a badly written, badly played, fiction movie. Somebody else's dream is worse than fiction.   The details are ridiculous, and you know it came from their unsettled head. But they just keep on and on. And keep adding things. We have to care. We've been *chosen* to listen to it.    We've all *told* our dreams to somebody before. Not dreams of living in the mountains and having a Dodge Charger in our favorite color.... but night dreams. We've all bored somebody to tears with our details.....   You know you've done it. If there is a dream hanging in your mind when you wake up, you gotta tell it.     I'll make this as short as I can.      I woke up wide awake as a hoot-owl  this morning around 2:00 a.m.. I sang songs, made out a Saturday *to-do* list, tried to remember how many cups of coffee I had, ...