Knee Deep

With a C in science keeping me home afte school, my only hope was catching one of Mr. Dadburny's pop-ups at recess, flies that were hit so high they disppeared into the sun. I thought maybe there would be a science formula for catching a baseball, and when I went looking for it, my answers came both on and off the field.

It is always interesting to ask a Christian about their salvation story, especially this time of year. There is never one of those stories that is boring, and often they begin along a dark path with twists and turns with little assurance that there is any light at the other end. Along the way, someone likened the journey to walking through a dark tunnel that begins black and dingy, but ends with...well, you may have to walk the through this story yourself to see the grace that brought us safe thus far.

Some people find the call of the mourning dove sorrowful, perhaps because its low and tender tone. I am just waking up myself, allowing my thoughts

Our life lessons are here and gone each day, but sometimes they hit pay dirt and register deeper in our consciousness. I saw one of those snippets come to life recently at the Greatest Arabian Horse Show, a competition at a horse arena near Phoenix, Arizona. It too, was a snapshot that came and went quickly, but reminded me that whether we are the student or the teacher, we all still feeling the oats of life's learning curve.

It was not long after I began the first leg of a get-a-way to Arizona that my suitcase took control.  My own luggage made it clear that if we were going to dance, it would be the one leading, and I would be the one to follow. If my suitcase was meant to be more coordinated than I was, Ginger Rogers would have paired with one a long time ago, and ditched Fred Astaire. Grab the handle, and step aside Security.