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... loving life, worship and my family... trying to treat others as Jesus did.

We never move on from the cross of Christ, only into a
more profound understanding of the cross. - David Prior
Upon that cross, of Jesus,Mine eye at times can seeThe very dying form of OneWho suffered there for me;And from my smitten heart, with tearsTwo wonders I confess:The wonders of His glorious love,And my own worthlessness.When I survey the wondrous crossOn which the Prince of glory died,My richest gain I count but lossAnd pour contempt on all my pride.Knowing all He would endure, He still came.Disregarding ev'ry cost, from the manger to the cross.He still came just for me, He still came.
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders.
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers.Heaven came down and glory filled my soul,When at the Cross the Savior made me whole.
And, it continues to be true. Leno and Letterman and the other late night guys have plenty to say at the expense of politicians. Saturday Night Live has for years excelled at political satire and creating wonderfully humorous doubles of politicians.
They all have their opinions... they all make their points... they usually make us laugh and think... yet I know of nobody who seriously thinks of any of them as legitimate policy makers.
However, there is one exception: Rush Limbaugh. He has his opinions... he makes his points in creative ways and in very public venues... he tends to tell people what to think and laughs at those who disagree with him... and a scary number of people actually think of him as a serious policy maker. I just don't get it.
Yes, he's clever... yes, he's glib... yes, he has his own radio show... yes, he's become almost obscenely wealthy. However, when I'm looking for someone with good judgement about pretty much any topic (not to mention what should be done at a national level), the guy who is arrogant, always thinks he's right, enjoys bullying others, has failed at three marriages, and is a prescription drug abuser will not be at the top of my list. How about you?
The shot above is the main bathroom off the upstairs hallway, although this "fishbowl" shot looks a little strange.
In our bedroom/bath area, we had them take out some carpet and extend the new flooring a little. The linoleum in the two areas is the same pattern, but the colors are different. That doesn't show up too well in the pics, but, trust me, it's true! :) We're enjoying the upgrades, and you can too... but you have to come visit. 
When I meditated on the word GUIDANCE, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes that, and lets the
other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle
cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one
direction or another. It's as if two become one body, moving
beautifully. The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other.
My eyes drew back to the word GUIDANCE. When I saw "G": I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i". "God, "u" and "i" dance." God, you, and I dance. As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I
would get guidance about my life. Once again, I became willing to let
God lead. My prayer for you today is that God's blessings and mercies
are upon you on this day and everyday. May you abide in God, as
God abides in you. Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life.
Even though I try to keep my eyes open to God’s working in our lives on a day to day basis, I never expected to experience such a powerful application of how God leads us by participating in a dance class!!!
Thank you, Mindy and Mike, for sharing your gift and passion for the beauty of the dance with us. May we each be that connected and responsive partner to God’s gentle guiding as He displays His grace and love to the world through us.


When it snows, the rangers close the road to the summit, so those who go to the summit have to hike 2-4 miles, depending on road conditions and where the closure occurs. 

I guess we owe the day's name to Don McLean and his 1971 hit, American Pie, but this happened in a simpler and more innocent time. Not many years later it was not uncommon to hear of overdose deaths and suicides, but in the 50's those abuses that existed were mostly behind the curtains of public image.
Today on the radio I heard an interview with the Donna of the Ritchie Valens hit Donna. She certainly had an interesting perspective about how times had changed. Her dad hated it that she was dating an Hispanic. Anyway, he wrote the song for her, and she heard it for the first time riding in a car with some girl friends. Click here for a listen.
Don McLean's lyrics not-withstanding, it seems the music didn't actually die that day after all.


MLK's birthday was a holiday for Virginia and we were about to lose some timeshare points with Shell Vacations, so Sunday afternoon we drove up to the Vino Bella resort in Napa for a couple of nights away. It's a new and very nice resort... probably the nicest one we've stayed in over all these years. You can check out photos and virtual tours here. Monday we hiked for almost 3 hours in the hills of a county park, of all places. it was actually pretty good hiking with some good views of the valley. We closed out the day by driving north to Calistoga for an early supper before heading back to our place.
It was a short get away, but it was fun!
Some of us are also blessed with friends whom we seldom get to see but who seem to be kindred spirits, and there is a closeness that spans both time and distance.
Such is the case with Arlin and Pamela Hendrix, longtime friends and missionaries in Lyon, France. Because of who they are I'm pretty sure we aren't the only ones who feel as we do, but we do consider them to be special friends. Part of that is a common bond in Christ, but the Spirit has woven our hearts together over the years through common experiences, goals, victories and challenges. The result is that when we do have the blessing of being together, it is almost as if we have not been apart.
Such was the case this week. Arlin and Pamela have been stateside on furlough, visiting sponsors, raising support, etc., and their trek of 23 cities eventually brought them to Arlin's home area in Fresno. Thursday they drove north and we drove south, meeting for a long lunch in Turlock. What a blessing it was to be with them, even for just a couple of hours.
When I was a kid - back in the black and white TV days of the 1950's - one of my favorite TV shows was Sea Hunt with Lloyd Bridges as Mike Nelson. Check out this clip. His character was one of those good guys who always did the honorable thing... and he did much of it under water.Two of his boys, Beau and Jeff, followed him into acting, developing careers of their own.
Lloyd died in 1998 of natural causes after 60 years of marriage to the same woman, Dorothy.
His birthday is today, a day he shares with Martin Luther King Junior. I'm pretty sure his legacy as Mike Nelson will not be remembered in the same way MLK is remembered, but to a young boy in the 50's, he was someone you could count on. Sooo... Happy Birthday, Mike... er... Lloyd.


