Journey into Forever

I'm sure this is going to be a rhetorical question. A no-brainer that even a young child could answer correctly. Here goes anyway...... Is anyone as sick as I am of the election? Specifically, election commercials, election phone calls, election strategy. I had enough weeks ago. And in another week plus it will be over. I'm glad it will be over, but I have to tell you I'm concerned. I don't get too wound up about non-eternal ( for lack of a better phrase) stuff anymore, so scared is not an appropriate word. But I am concerned about what the results of this election could be. So as Christians, what does that concern look like? At what level do we become political activistists? We know what Christ said about taxes, because in Matthew 22:17-21 Jesus told us to give to Ceasar ( the government) what is theirs and to God what is His. So, we don't have to speculate what to do there. As far as the rest of politics is concerned , I know that I have a

Blah.I don't know whether I am tired from being away from home so long, if I'm getting sick or what it is, but my energy level is just nil.Has been for a few days. And I have to be honest with you;I am in a real spiritual lull right now as well. I know why that is true, and I'm working on it, but so far I'm not making much progress. Being on vacation, I also took a "vacation" from the Word , thus my spiritual pit. I know better . It seems like just a few days without reading from the Bible, and my prayer life suffers too, as does my mood and everything else. And it takes a few days to get back in sync with God like I should be. In years passed, I did not understand why my prayers seemed to " bounce off the walls " of my room. Sometimes that still happens, but I understand why now. Although God loves us more than anyone else can even imagine, He is also jealous. He wants to be #1 and He's not gonna accept anything else. So, if you

     Riding in the car again.  Seems like that's all I have done in the past 3 weeks.  It isn't, just seems like it.  Last night we went to our final event at the Balloon Fiesta in Albequerque.  It was called a 'glowdeo', where the balloons stayed on the ground, but they all lit up at the same time.  Beautiful colored balloons exhibiting their amazing colors with a backdrop of magnificent mountains.  A wonderful experience. And yet, to me that experience still doesn't compare to the site of a pristine mountain stream.  No noise.  No mama's voices admonishing a child to hurry along.  No arguing couples.  No sarcastic, critical teens.  Just the sound of nature .  Serene.  Calming.  Peaceful.  Somehow man's best doesn't come close to what God creates.  We mess things up, don't we?  Sometimes with our actions, sometimes with our mouths.  The man-made beauty of the balloon  fiesta was tarnished by exactly what created the experience. Man.  And although we

        I'm sitting in a friend's family room as he and my husband watch an action movie.  It's about a guy whose daughter gets abducted and how he looks for her.  Relentlessly looks for her until, against all odds, he finds her.  Family.  We'll do anything for them.        Then, my mind wanders  to two deaths that happened recently.  Both completely unexpected.  Sudden.  Shocking .  The first wàs our neighbor, discovered dead at home.  As far as I know, there was no clue this was about to happen.  Her son as called home from a job overseas to bury her. The second, the father of two boys who mean a lot to me.  He was coaching first base for his boy's baseball team.  Just patted a boy on the back for a base hit, then gone.  As quickly as that.  No warning, no clue this was his last day.       When we hear of deaths like this, the first thing we think about is their family.  Who they left behind and what those people's lives will be like without them.  As a Chri

     As we drove down highway 60 going to Tennessee, the rain was falling gently but steadily.  It was a cool day, and seemed more like a day to sit in your jammies, drink tea, and read or watch old movies.  And even though I love jammie days, I was very glad to be heading to see my good friend and attend a retreat at the Christian camp where she lives.       Most of you who know me well might be surprised to learn that I am somewhat backward when meeting new people.  I say backward rather than shy because I literally would rather walk backward to avoid new people than talk to them.  Shoot, sometimes I even avoid talking to good friends if I am in a public place and can turn the other way.  So, at a typical event like this I like to blend in, maybe making small talk with the person sitting right by me, or maybe not.  During this event, however, I was participating in a way that would not let me simply blend in.  So I knew I would be meeting some new people.  A thought that filled me w