Rabbit Trails

There are things in our homes that we would never get rid of.  Things others might look at and wonder why they are on a prominent shelf. Here are three of those kinds of things.....  The glass holder belonged to my Granma.  She lived in a very small two bedroom house.  There was a place for everything, and everything had a place.  (and the kitchen was NOT my place) I'm thinking my Granma always knew where everything was.....I can never see her losing her keys or her lipstick.  Or misplacing her glasses.   The little wooden piece in the back held the first Bible I ever read.  My mom made it in Sunday School and has kept it all these years.  It has an etched picture of a boat and billowing clouds on the front.  The Bible I remember of course was black, and the edges of each page were red.  All the time I was growing up, that Bible was in the little holder.  Truth was SO close and I never knew it.  John 5:39 ...

If you were little and your mom told you to go play outside.... what did that mean to you? If you were older, it meant something different, I'm sure. If you were little, you stayed in the fence, or if it was in the 60's,  you were safe just playing around the house while your mom did housework. If you were older, you could ride your bike and go down the street....and maybe even the store. I'm reading a book by Steve (Annie) Chapman....he's  talking about the glorious days of PLAYING OUTSIDE. Being young and playing outside, WAS a glorious thing. We had cats, swing-sets, bikes, little sheds, and cottonwood trees. You could hang a swing from a cottonwood tree and have your cousins push you to the moon. You could gather the *snow* in summer from the cottonwood pea like buds BURSTING and filling the air and ground with cotton. You could cook those same  pea like buds  in a pot for your dolls. We had a couple ...

Thinking back to my life before I got saved..... a celebration meant a totally different thing to me. Today, it means being excited about a Sunday at church!   Faith Baptist Church was organized in 1977, the year I graduated from high school. I rub keyboards and shoulders with people that do not have a church home. They are lonely. They have nobody to help them through bad times.... and nobody to enjoy  good times. I am so thankful for our church and the stand it has taken these past 35 years. I'm thankful for our people. The people that are there  when times are hard, and when times are good. 35 years of anything brings lots of change. I've been out of high school for 35 years. Gas was 63cents a gallon in 1977. We've had people come, people go. We have two *charter* members. They happen to be my father and mother in law. They've been here the whole 35 years. We got to honor them on Sunday. What a pity it ...

  Ever since I can remember my mom has had these little cactus plants.  They are about the size of a pencil.  Just like Shamrock plants, they kind of do what their environment dictates.  They can be plump and rounded, long and skinny, uneven and lame.   The last time I was in Kansas, my mom sent her huge pot of these special cactus home with me.  She said she couldn't lift it any more, and it needed to be brought inside for the winter.  I felt bad for taking it because I know how she loved the plant.  Well, in ALL the years we have had these plants, they have never ever ever bloomed.  We didn't even know they would or could.  Some of the babies fell off and I stuck them in this pot.  They stuck ME too, but I expect that.  After all these years, isn't it strange that the conditions were finally right to make it bloom.  I called my mom and told her.  Just like she calls me when it snows in Kansas.  I got som...

I lived in Central Kansas most of my growing up years. My cousins lived in Medicine Lodge, Kansas. I LOVED to go see them. They lived at the end of a sandy road, a stone's throw from an old wooden bridge. It went over some railroad tracks and it smelled like tar. It was REALLY hot in the summer and it was great fun to ride bikes over. Right after the bridge was a little dirt road that took us to a store called Roger's. That is where I remember buying a sack full of candy for a quarter! That wasn't the only reason I liked to go, I loved my Aunt Gladys and Uncle Bill. And my cousins. Usually when we got there....it was just a matter of minutes before I was in trouble. My cousins each had their own bedroom (with posters and a black light) in the basement, they had a playhouse out back, they had a neat kitchen, a bathroom off of the kitchen so you could brush your teeth and watch somebody do the dishes at the same time. They always had a little dog and we had roast and st...