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Sunday morning longing

But may all who search for you be filled with joy and gladness in you.  May those who love your salvation repeatedly shout, "God is great!" But as for me, I am poor and needy; please hurry to my aide, O God.  You are my helper and my savior; O LORD, do not delay.  Psalm 70:4-5 
This is a deep ache in me.   It's a whiff of something wonderful my spiritual nose has smelled. I want my life to make God's beauty and goodness be clearly seen. Not that I try to doll God up and make Him beautiful, but that my life will act like a magnifying glass, bringing into greatness and clear focus that which may seem far off or hard to understand to those around me. I want my God to see an Imago Dei one again in me.

Once I was broken and I distorted the truth about my good God. And He looked twisted and convoluted and crooked and wrong to people. But then Christ came. Christ, THE Image of the invisible God.  He did not distort the truth about God at all.  Perfectly clear.  Perfec…

The plans of the heart belong to man, but the answer of the tongue is from the LORD. -Proverbs 16:1

The daily stuff has crowded out all time for writing.  Lots of changes lately.  The door was firmly shut on desired plans and I'm glad to embrace the plans of my Sovereign Good Father.  I'm actually looking forward to what's ahead.

In April Connor turned 10, got a BB gun from his dad as a coming-of-age gift (and a looooong lesson in gun safety), and started his first season pitching for the Majors in Little League.  He's only one of three 10 year olds on the Majors this year.  I was a little worried it would be too much for him... turns out it's a good fit.  He's no longer the super star and is now at the bottom of the batting order.  It's a good thing to get a dose of humility with your double-digit birthday and a BB gun.

Ryland has been rockhounding every Saturday in April with me as his adult supervision and escort.  I'm actually becoming a rockhounder myself.  When I was Ryland's age I wanted to be an archeologist.  I pictured myself as a sort …

Tuesday Thoughts

It rained mud last night.

It's 9pm and I just stopped cooking. This crazy Music Man of mine is charging me to dive into entrepreneurship, but I have NO idea what I'm doing.

He's convinced I'm just a few short steps away from success with my homemade paleo mayo and the other paleo creations I've come up with.

Thursday he meets with a gym owner to see if we can do a test run and survey with his gym's clients.  We're going the direction of catered paleo meals.

I'm scared to death and excited as a kid in a toy store.

There's a helicopter hovering over our house right now.  My man says he thinks they're scanning the desert across the street from us for someone who's hiding.  "Does this mean someone could come running into our yard?"  I asked,  "Could,"  he answers non-chalantly with the front and back doors wide open.  I shut and lock the front, he walks out back with his binocs to see what he can spy.  Polar opposites.