Habakkuk 2:2 "Write The Vision, And Make It Plain Upon Tables, That He may Run That Readeth It."
Out of the blue, suddenly, without my help a yearning comes over me. It could be a yearning for a car, or a home, a tool, something new to learn, a destination, etc. Where do yearnings come from? What are good yearnings and what are bad ones. Which one builds good results and which one tears down. Which ones are a lust and which ones are genuine? Continue reading ““A Yearning””
There is a great plan in the earth, to make Godly men out of little boys and Godly women out of little girls. In our society, today, we all seem to want to stay young. God says that gray hair is a sign of wisdom and it only comes with age. The reason being, it takes a long time and a lot of real life experiences to become wise. Some are easy and some are hard. They both have great value. We don’t seem to notice the easy ones as they happen, but the big ones we remember well, and are changed forever. It seems that the big experiences come on us all a sudden. They seem to always catch us off guard. Continue reading ““Euroclydon””
An Allegory
I was out walking early one morning, and came to a beautiful garden. There were all kinds of flowers, the strange thing was that they were all ten times larger than normal and ten times more beautiful. I saw a rose bush; the petals were covered with large drops of dew. As I drew near, the aroma came to me long before it should have. It surrounded me as if it went right through me. I was captivated by the smell and the beauty. There was a crystal-clear creek running through the garden. Water was splashing up as it hit the rocks. It looked like diamonds glittering in the sun. The sound of the stream was like angles singing. It was as if it was all around and through me, it was bigger than life. I moved away from the stream and continued up the path, the overwhelming beauty of singing fading behind me. The grass on either side of the winding path was greener than I had ever seen. Continue reading ““The Garden””
To stumble on something, it had to be in your path. Once my wife and I went up Big Creek looking for ramps, an onion like plant. A friend was taking us to where he thought a patch of them were. We had walked about a mile and had not found any. A man on a horse came from up the trail, so we asked him where the ramps were and how far. He said, “They are just to the right, after you cross the river bridge ahead”. Well, we walked about another mile, crossed the river, no ramps anywhere, so we kept walking. After walking another three miles, we found the ramp patch. We were happy, but tired by now. We pulled enough ramps to fill our bags and started back toward our truck. We noticed something now that we were tired, that we hadn’t noticed when we were fresh. The trail was full of round stones about 4 to 5 inches in diameter. They were just close enough together so we were constantly stepping around them. Some we didn’t miss and stumbled on them. It was about 5 miles back to the truck. Sharon wore tennis shoes and I thought I was going to have to carry her. Looking down that trail was hundreds of those round rocks about a foot apart as far as we could see. We finely made it back, worn out and tired. We planted some ramps along our creek bank and now we don’t have to go back up Big Creek for ramps. Continue reading ““The Stumbling Stone””