Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
“Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.”
Miguel de Cervantes
It’s a feeling that enters more than my thoughts as I wake most mornings. It seems to come from something deeper within me. A feeling that always seems to be intensified as I wander through God’s early morning creation to retrieve the morning paper.
This morning the feeling took on the form of words from a line I heard yesterday during a worship service: “Sense the possibility of this world.” (more…)
Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)
The winds were gusting through a sun-shiny bright and cloudless day as I awoke this morning. My younger Granddaughter Ellie Kate was still asleep on the trundle bed next to her normal bed which I was on—she had orchestrated the sleeping room assignments last night, and, of course, I was thrilled with mine.
That simple morning scene of a precious sleeping Granddaughter waking to a windy, bright and cloudless morning seemed but another of the many Godly reminders of the transforming winds of hope that blow away the stuff of our lives, and which penetrated the hearts of over 1,400 men this weekend in Tampa, Florida during the Impact for Living Men’s Conference. (more…)
Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
“Draw me close to You, Never let me go.
I lay it all down again, to hear You say that I’m Your friend.”
Katinas
It was a long night last night, going over some last minute things for this week’s upcoming Impact for Living Conference in Tampa. Nathan and I wrestled with many things, trying to figure out what would work best, and trying to anticipate some areas of concern which might never arise. But we created contingencies anyway.
I realized some things afterward and this morning. (more…)
Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…
“Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Gran! Gran!”
It’s how my younger Granddaughter, Ellie Kate, tries to reign me back in, when I am waxing on about something she asked or something she said, as to which I clearly missed the point she was trying to make.
“But, Gran! Gran!”
There is an urgency to her little voice which would lead an outside observer to believe—that if only I would stop listening to my own voice long enough to hear her voice—there is much on the line here, much I could learn, and much that I really need to hear. (more…)
