Mark's Views, Perhaps — from behind my eyeballs
Some folks go prayer walking.
A few minutes ago, I chose to do some prayer chewing. (Why not?)
Our youngest son Andy is on the East Coast somewhere singing with Tapestry Chamber Singers. He likes to eat leftover pancakes, toasted. I needed a late afternoon snack. I opened the fridge. I saw a bag with leftover pancakes from yesterday morning’s breakfast.
I toasted one in his honor. And thought of him. And prayed for him. While I chewed. (It’s what Dads should do.) Read it all
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Hold good in your heart.
Treasure that which is good.
“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is evil: for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaketh” (Luke 6:45).
My heart still aches, Father; night is not past;
But in the cold and in the void I hear Your voice at last:
Is there any way that you could trust My love,
My life in you, My promise from above,
That joy comes in the morning, that beauty comes from pain?
Can you hold on one moment longer? Is there any way?
Let me tell you how to save 5 minutes…for someone else.
On an earlier occasion, I arranged to meet a friend. I arrived 5 minutes after the set time.
On each occasion, I took 5 minutes that weren’t mine.
When I am late to an appointment or when I’m overtime in a presentation, is that…
How could it not be at least one of those?
So…how do you explain being late or over time?
Actually, never mind that. I’m far more interested in how to overcome habitual time theft from another. Read it all
Our daughter Michayla writes stuff. Including a book I reviewed on Amazon. Alas, Amazon rejected my review. Because parents just aren’t objective, apparently. 😯
Here’s my little review:
Sex slave? Trafficked girl?
This book drew me in. Unexpectedly, it lifted my spirit several times along the way. It renewed my vision for the redemptive, victorious work of the Most High in our breaking, darkening, corrupting world.
At a couple places later in the book, my eyes welled up at the grace of Jesus to the “least” among us. One of those times was when Berwynn recognized the true identity of…eh, I better not be a spoiler!
Berwynn — is she a blend of Rahab, Deborah, and Mary Magdalene? Perhaps. But Casimir, one of the heroes all the way through the tale, early on declared in her defense, “She is a creation of the Most High. And I’ll not have her referred to as anything less than such.”
Well, it took me a few pages of reading to get “into” this book (since this genre generally isn’t my type of reading). But after that, I was hooked.
Thanks for the great read, Michayla!
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He was alive the last I saw him.
I heard an eyewitness tell law enforcement the cyclist hit a low trailer pulled by an oncoming vehicle. Next he hit the bridge railing. And ended up in the river.
The fire fighters finally got him out.