Thursday, April 27, 2017

Mario and His Valiant Fight For Joy

Valiant Mario is engaged in the fight of his life.  Certain banditos who he can't avoid are trying to steal his joy.  Their primary tactic is constant complaining.  If you've ever had the UNpleasure of being forced to be in the company of a complainer, you know that nothing can steal your joy faster than that.  Mario looks to his mariachi music to restore the joy to his soul.  His first defense against the joy-stealing banditos is prayer, and then ordering a book called Choosing Joy by Nancy Leigh DeMoss.  The banditos are not just trying to steal his guitar, or his sombrero, but they are waging an invisible war against his soul . . . what you might call spiritual warfare.  Please pray for Mario.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Another Week, Another Book . . . and Various and Sundry Other Assorted Thoughts

Mr. M and I recently went to a good-bye party for a friend.  At the party, we were talking about well-known Christians, not all of them famous, just well-known by other Christians.  For such a large number of people, God's family is still pretty small.  A lot of us know each other, or at least know of each other, or know someone who knows our friend or goes to their church, or reads their blog, etc. etc. and so forth and so on.  A good example of that is N.D. Wilson, the author of this kids' sci-fi book that I'm reading, and also the author of several theological works.  I can't say I know N.D. personally, but I bet I have a friend who does.  What I can say for sure is that I pray for N.D., since I know through various news sources that he is having some health issues.  That, to me, is a good picture of the church-praying for each other, even those we don't know, and suffering with each other (those in jail and living under persecution), and bearing the burdens of one another, doing what we can to help each other in whatever way we can.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Finding My Beach

The popular Corona ad says to "Find your beach."  This is my beach:  sitting in the warm afternoon sun, reading about a young man and his hiking adventures while wearing my hiking sandals in case the sudden urge to go for a hike (or take Renee for a walk) strikes me.

A big shout-out to Idaho, where I found this book for 78 cents in a thrift store.  The true value of a thing is rarely reflected in its price.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Some Fun.

This has become one of my favorite pictures.  It reminds me that I can't let this tough season of life steal my joy.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

In The Waiting Room
I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of this book on my doorstep; you see, the author is a friend of mine . . . well, that depends on your definition of friend. He briefly went to the same Bible Study as Mr.M and I, back in 1995. He probably couldn't even pick me out of a police line-up. He probably couldn't pick me out of a line-up of one. But that California surfer-guy look is hard to forget. I can't wait to read about his life, and learn how he uses Hollywood as a vehicle to spread his faith. Let the waiting commence!

Saturday, April 08, 2017

V.I.P.-Very Important Post

This is a picture of all the shoes I own.  Top to bottom, left to right, we have my discounted hiking shoes that are a half a size too small for me, but they were on sale, and they got me back in to hiking.  Then there are my very orange running shoes.  I don't run, but someone told me running shoes were the best for walking.  I got these while up North for a friend's wedding.  The first long walk I took in them was in a town called Murderers' Creek.  The other running shoes I got in North Carolina.  Mr. M and I stopped there on the way to see family, and as seeing family requires a lot of walking, I thought it a good idea to invest in a quality pair of running shoes.  In the left bottom of the picture are my newest shoes, a good pair of walking sandals.  Next to those are my Sunday sandals, which caused me to buy a better pair of walking sandals.  I went for a long walk in my Sunday sandals, and promptly decided that if I'm going to do much walking this summer (which I am), I would need better walking sandals.  The black shoes are Sunday loafers.  They look like pilgrim shoes because of the gold buckles.  The last, purple pair of shoes are great for lounging, and short, impromptu walks, and walks in the rain.
Happy Saturday.  I hope you can find such a satisfying and fulfilling thing to do, like photographing and describing your shoe collection.

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Spy Games.

Today is Mission "Nothing is impossible with God."  Yesterday, I successfully used my superior spy skills and skills in cunning and trickery to secretly plant a time bomb in The Target's lair.  The Target found the time bomb, and was-temporarily-furious, threatening us with various threats.  However, just a few hours later, The Target completely forgot about all the unpleasantness.  A few hours after that, The Target once again stumbled across the time bomb in her lair, and once again became furious and renewed the threats.  Today, it will be my job to infiltrate The Target's lair while Mr. M lures her to some undisclosed location.  Once I am in, it will be my job to seek and destroy the bomb and any evidence thereof, thereby restoring peace.  Until lunchtime, when the planned infiltration will hopefully take place, we won't know whether The Target has once again forgotten about the bomb, or whether she will still be mad and all our scheming will come to nothing.  It's not easy being a spy.