Having planted sugar snap peas for many, many years, I am an expert. Or so I thought.
Waiting is a gift. At times it doesn’t feel like a gift. It feels like a much like we are pinned down or behind a fence at the zoo. But as we wait, things are happening behind the scenes. They will be revealed in God’s time, in His manner, with His ultimate wisdom.
He was my brother. He was 52. And he went to heaven on March 19th of this year. Way too young. This is more than difficult. Here are my words to him: Dear Rick, I know my tribute has been a bit long in coming. But I have been trying to wake up from this bad dream that started over… View Post
I’ve even been a bit judgemental. I’ve seen panhandlers step away from their “post” and pull out a cell phone. I’ve seen those not begging who have cell phones. I’ve wondered “What the heck? Are they not really homeless? They have money for a phone!”
Once, the power was out for six days when we lived in Seaside (no wood stove or fireplace and the folks were States away). Our city made the national news, supplies could not be brought in due to downed trees (we were largely out of food and water at the stores) and our cell phones worked only in one tip of the county near the beach.