“He went out, not knowing where he was going.” Hebrews 11:8

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from my many years on earth, it is that no one is really sure what awaits us around the bend. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop walking along the path. I see and read about all the world’s problems every day. Most of us are so worried about the million little ‘what-if’s that it has us so full of fear we can’t enjoy the things that are. Worrying about what the future will give us though, is a waste of time and a disrespect for the life God has given us. Because no matter what obstacles might be hiding around the corner, all the roads in life are going to lead each of us to the same gate.

Each morning we wake up, we get another chance to face the unknown. I know, that with the challenges of the past year littered across the path, it makes us a little leery of what lies ahead. But now, more than any time I can recall, it is important that we ‘go out’ though we don’t know where the path will lead us or what hurdles will face us. We must get up, put on our shoes, and go out to meet the day and not worry about where we’re going… just enjoy the adventure.

5.6 lbs in 10 days…

On January 1st, I decided to join a couple million other American on a weight loss journey. I resolved to lose 1 pound per week through a daily diet and exercise routine. So I did some research and created a routine that I thought best suited my body type. Which, by the way, is round. The daily exercise includes 6 rounds per day of calisthenics, walking and some light weightlifting. Turns out, getting up off the couch, walking to the kitchen and lifting a snack is not really considered exercise. Who knew?   Total weight gained, 5.6 lbs.

“…my Ernest expectation and hope that in nothing I shall be ashamed… Philippians 1:20

I keep seeing all these posts that talk about us needing to act like humans again. I have to ask, when it was that we stopped acting like humans. Throughout our history, we have always been oppressors of the weak, war mongers, propagandist, liars, cheaters, and thieves. Even God, who created us in his own image, covered the Earth with water in an attempt to rid the world of us. So I say to you, let’s attempt to not be human at all… but to be something better. To be what God had intended for us all along. To live our lives in harmony and at the end of our time we can look back and not be ashamed of our actions.

Life in the Country, ain’t it grand

My wife and I have spent a good deal of our lives living between the city limit signs of one metropolis or another. As urban dwellers, we found the constant rumble of noises drifting in and out as life moves along quite comforting. But the older we got, the more we found ourselves longing for the quiet country life we remembered from our childhood days. So when we decided to retire, we wanted to move to a more peaceful setting. We searched the world over and chose this small house in the southern Missouri Ozarks and settled in for a quiet country way of life.

We were greeted on our first morning of blissful country life by the neighbor’s rooster telling us that 4 hours of sleep is enough. He was quickly joined by a chorus of dogs (at least one for every house within a five-mile radius) declaring their desire to have the rooster over for breakfast. Then it was time for every mufflerless vehicle in the county to rev up their engines in preparation for the parade down our country lane. ‘The Branson Belle’, a paddle boat on the lake ten miles away blared a horn to announce that it was time for another load of tourists. The whistle from a train crossing Hwy 248 mixed with a mooing of a hundred head of cattle, a couple dozen crows, and a few hundred other species of birds rounded out the orchestra.

But as I sit here in my rocking chair on the porch. I sip my coffee and watch the sun rise above the leafless oaks and maples. I raise my cup and give a smile. Because I know I’m home.

Happy 43rd Birthday to My Oldest Son…

Joshua – 1977…
You probably don’t remember that day. Even for me it now seems like it was another universe. It was your first birthday. We called Fort Ord California home and, as it was with most Army families, we were as penniless as the winos down along the banks of the Salinas River. Your mother baked you a chocolate cake from a .29 cent box mix and decorated it with some homemade icing. We stripped you down to your diaper and sat you in your highchair while we sang birthday songs to you. You laughed as you crumbled your cake into oblivion.