Take a good look at the beautiful picture of Mt Rainier (more on that later). Breathe deep. Can you smell the crisp air? It has just a touch of Christmas in it. There is a Swainson's Thrush singing nearby. Ahhhh....
Now, does everybody have their calm face on? Good.
A fairly significant change is coming to this blog. Up to this point, I have tried to keep everything separate--a cubby hole for writing, a cubby hole for bunnies, a cubby hole for all things religious, and a cubby hole for everything else (here).
Except my faith isn't a cubby hole. It's the desk.
Even though I often fail, everything in my life is profoundly affected by what I believe about Jesus Christ. I cannot continue to pretend otherwise out of fear that I might offend someone. So this is fair warning. Proverbs 27:6 says "Faithful are the wounds of a friend; profuse are the kisses of an enemy." If we have bad breath, we want someone to offer a piece of gum to us. If we're dragging TP behind us, we want someone to step on it to save us from embarrassment. How much more then should we desire words of truth that lead to life and salvation?
Will there still be recipes, crafts, and other nonsense that keeps us from our chores? You bet.
Will there be bunnies? Yes, but only when I can't help myself. I plan to keep my business site separate still.
In addition, book reviews, short stories and bad poetry will also be found here instead of Sit, Stay, Write!
And finally there will be such topics as prayer, grace, church, sin, forgiveness, various charities and the like.
In other words, the only thing I'm avoiding from this point forward is Laundry.
I would love it if you would stay.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Oooo, Look What I Found!
A nearly abandoned blog...just sitting here...waiting...all alone in the darkness of cyberspace...hoping to be loved again....
Stay tuned.
Stay tuned.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Spying on the Neighbors
This pair of Red Tails lives in the farm yard, but we seldom see them together. The last several mornings, however, they have been camped out in the tree over the swing set. The question remains: who was doing the spying and who was the object?
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Cat Butt Cake
Because "Cat with Less than Nine Lives Cake" is too much of a mouthful.
I guess when you are being "The Cat Who Walked By Himself", all places really are alike to you--including the middle of my toasty warm apple spice cake.
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