This Weekend

No, Wilbur did not play polo. He would give me that look if I ever dared ask him to do anything like that. It would be quite the sight though! 

Today

We do not need the grace of God to stand crises, human nature and pride are sufficient, we can face the strain magnificently; but it does require the supernatural grace of God to live twenty-four hours in every day as a saint, to go through drudgery as a disciple, to live an ordinary, unobserved, ignored existence as a disciple of Jesus. It is inbred in us that we have to do exceptional things for God; but we have not. We have to be exceptional in the ordinary things, to be holy in mean streets, among mean people, and this is not learned in five minutes.

~ Oswald Chambers

Last Week

Love them and miss them.

Yesterday Evening

a muddy horse - he rarely rolls, so he must have enjoyed the rain as much as I did
brushing the muddy horse
chasing my friend's goat around the barn (little turd)
bareback ride on the clean horse
cool breeze and pretty cloudy sunset
Mr. Darcy running around the barnyard and keeping a close eye on the nearby coyotes
Mat Kearney on the way home
Kalachies from my roomies for dinner
closing down the weekend by reading a good book
pretty much a perfect evening

Beautiful

Cool Factor: High

I love these people

He is not ours; we are His

When you meet God, you cannot put the meeting into words, much less the God you meet. God cannot be an object of our concepts. Concepts shatter like broken eyeglasses, like broken eyes -- in fact, like broken I's. No longer am I I and God my Thou, my object; now God is I, and I am his thou, his object. The illusion that is destroyed is not the self itself but its usual standpoint in which I am I, the center, and God appears on my screen somewhere. This self is illusion, and God shatters it by reversing the standpoint: we appear on his screen. We are his object, not he ours.

~ Peter Kreeft from his book Three Philosophies of Life

So apparently

my camera has a focus lock button. Who knew?

It's a funny little slide-action lock on the back of my camera that, well, locks the focus in place. Though small, this funny little thing was cause for much angst, consternation, frustration and worry on my part. For about the last three months, I have lived with taking photos with the focus "jammed" to the upper left-hand quadrant of my focus field. I was picturing a major computer repair to my not-so-old camera. I think I had about $1000 as the repair estimate in my head.

So, much to my relief and the amusement of the camera repair man and my dear friends Kim and Bethany, I am now educated in all things related to focus locks! I think I made the camera repair guy's day. He gave me that look. Something that goes like this, "poor thing, she is so completely camera illiterate. Someone please get her a Polaroid camera!" Should I mention the fact that Kim and Bethany were laughing rather loudly as this whole scene unfolded? Sympathy? What sympathy?

Glad I can provide a little entertainment in their worlds.

PS - I'm also proud to say that I've added a new most embarrassing moment to my rather large repertoire. No, it's not the above story. But you'll have to call me for that story, because I'm not going to blog about it. Maybe when I'm 87 I will.

All That's Left

Love this song...

Slowly drawn moths to the flame
We think we’re strong we think we’re anchored down
Then it comes, the hurricane
Down come the walls up comes the foundations
We’ve been building on
And suddenly….we’ll see that

(Chorus)
All that’s left is to love
That’s all that we have
That’s all that we ever really had and
All that’s left is to love
That’s all that we have
That’s all that we’ll ever have

So let us look into each other’s eyes
And read the stories written there between the lines
And take the list off all the wrongs we keep
And tear it into pieces let mercy be the only
Thing we’re harboring
Cause eventually… we’re gonna see that

This is why our hearts are beating
To love each other as we have been loved
Everything else is a fleeting shadow
But love endures all things, believes all
Things and hopes all things
And love never ends
Love never ends

All we really ever have
All we have in the end is love

Oh the only thing that matters is to love
This is the only lasting treasure

Love endures all things and believes all
Things and hopes all things

Steven Curtis Chapman