It's one of those small paperback books you pick up and think, "I could have done this..."
Only you know it is so clever, you never could have pulled everything together and made it understandable.
The premise is taking ideas of things God can NOT do, and prove them using scripture. It's like trying to see something positive by understanding its negative. In other words, I read the thought and consider the associated scripture, and smile realizing it's absolutely true.
I like that...
The message of this song... Wow!
O my soul, you are not alone
There's a place where fear has to face the God you know
One more day; He will make a way
Let Him show you how
you can lay this down
'cause you're not alone.
The story behind this song can be found here.
Remember the battle of Carlton Drive?
It continues. Several weeks ago one of Carter Lumber's delivery trucks ignored the posted signs of "No Parking". I tried letting the truck driver know, but he ignored my shouts and horn toots to try and rouse him from his truck's cabin. I tried calling the local police, but the officer informed me that unless they were blocking traffic or parked on my own land, there really was nothing they could do.
C. S. Lewis was famous for his spiritual allegories which he wrote for children. So much so, that as children read the books, they would write letters to him about the world of Narnia he had created. Some of his answers, gathered in his Letters to Children contain great and encouraging words. His encouragement about writing is simple yet very insightful.
I was coming home from plant shopping with my sister on Mother’s Day when I noticed people walking into my property as I was driving toward the house. I was about a half mile away from the property, so I couldn’t see who it was. Initial thoughts were that I had caught someone trying to hop the fence into the backyard.
When I pulled up to my property and tried to see who was invading my space, I had to laugh. It was my neighbor’s daughter Brooke, her husband Kyle, and their son Ryder. I rolled down the window and said hello.
“We were just looking into your back yard. A wild turkey just flew into it,” Brooke said. We started laughing and joking about the whole thing. I pulled around the house into the driveway and decided to begin the search for the turkey.
The saga of the garden shed is a story in itself. First there was a metal shed with sliding doors that dad and my granddad assembled – only they didn’t quiet follow instructions and it was about a foot shorter in width than it should have been. Dad never said much about it after it was built; the “short shed” was always a reminder to “read the instructions” from that point on.
It got old, and rusty, and dad had to tear it down in order to make way for the two-car garage he was having built. So after the garage was built, he had one of those Amish outbuildings brought onto the property to hold garden tools and other stuff. It had two windows, hunter green shutters, and two front doors closed at the center and trimmed in the same hunter green.
And then, he died.
Spring. The world reborn. How beautiful the world must have been when it was a new creation if the beauty it currently has is so breathtaking...
The birds of the heavens
and the fish of the sea,
Whatever passes through the paths of the seas.
O LORD, our Lord, How majestic is your name in all the earth.
Music: Paul Cardall, "New Creation"