spent the weekend in California with my daughter Hannah. flew to San Jose, drove to Sonora, hung out with my parents, swam in the pool, drove to the McIntoshs, hung with Greg, went to old Los Gatos Church now called Venture, ran into Shawna Harris (wow that was a long time ago), drove the long way up hwy 9 to Ben Lomand to Greg's wedding, went to Bogeys, stayed up late talking with Gaylene (I will forever love her), Carmen, & Greg. got up early Monday flew standby back home.
Monday, October 19, 2009
California
spent the weekend in California with my daughter Hannah. flew to San Jose, drove to Sonora, hung out with my parents, swam in the pool, drove to the McIntoshs, hung with Greg, went to old Los Gatos Church now called Venture, ran into Shawna Harris (wow that was a long time ago), drove the long way up hwy 9 to Ben Lomand to Greg's wedding, went to Bogeys, stayed up late talking with Gaylene (I will forever love her), Carmen, & Greg. got up early Monday flew standby back home.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Jesus
He is the one who can tell us the reason for our existence, our place in the scheme of things, our real identity. It is an identity we can't discover ourselves, that others can't discover in us-- the mystery of who we really are. How we have chased around the world for answers to that riddle, looked in the eyes of others for some hint, some clue, hunted in the multiple worlds of pleasure and experience and self-fulfillment for some glimpse, some revelation, some wisdom, some authority to tell us our right name and our true destination. But there it was, and is, the One who can tell us this: The Lord himself. And he wants to tell us, he has made us to know our reason for being and to be led by it. But it is a secret he will entrust to us only when we ask, and then in his own way and his own time. He will whisper it to us not in the mad rush and fever of our striving and our fierce determination to be someone, but rather when we are content to rest in him, to put ourselves into his keeping, into his hands. Most delightfully of all, it is a secret he will tell us slowly and sweetly, when we are willing to spend time with him. {Emilie Griffin}
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