Archive for August, 2010


August 31, 2010


Deer Valley Ranch – Nathrop, Colorado


Salida Golf Club – Salida, Colorado
River Rafting at Deer Valley Ranch Colorado
Noah’s Ark – White Water Rafting – Arkansas River
Buena Vista, Colorado
Years ago we were searching for a vacation spot out of the Texas heat.  We began our search in January and February.  Our search led us to a Christian dude ranch in the Rocky Mountains near Nathrop, Colorado.  I had never heard of a Christian dude ranch, so I figured it meant there was a lack of wild partying, etc.  Anyway, we booked a room in the lodge for a week in July.  (On a later visit we rented a cabin)  We arrived on Sunday afternoon and got all settled in.  That night in Centennial Hall we had a sing-a-long.  We used a hymnbook for the song selections.  I began to believe this was really a Christian dude ranch.  When I found out about the early morning men’s bible study, I knew I was in the right place.
As luck would have it, the week we had selected was the week that most of the guests were from Texas and so it was called “Texas Week.”  The staff were all college students and many of them had stayed at Deer Valley Ranch with their parents.  There were too many activities for me to list in the post.  The great part about the activities was that you could do them all or just relax.  I tried a combination of activities and relaxing…heavy on the relaxing.
The food was great!!!   One day we drove south to Salida to play golf.  We planned to eat at the Salida Golf Club and play golf.  This would allow us plenty of time to get back to the lodge for dinner.  The meal was a “Mexican Buffet” and we had been told it was great…so we didn’t want to miss that.
We were paired up with an older couple for a round of golf.  The first hole was a Par 5.  The woman we played with was not a long ball striker.  In fact, she was probably a little less that a short ball striker.  It know that it would be impossible for her to lose a golf ball…unless all present closed their eyes and had no hint of the direction she hit the ball.  Pam doesn’t hit the ball a long distance, but it is always down the middle of the fairway…sickening.  This lady hit the ball maybe 50 yards….maybe.  On the first hole I think I had a par, the other man had a bogey, and Pam reported a double-bogey 7.  This lady said…ME TOO!!!  Pam and I just looked at each other.  She had probably hit her seventh stroke about halfway between the tee box and the green.  But, I gave her a 7 on the scorecard.  They were a sweet couple and fun to play with.  Hole number 8 had a pond from tee to green and was about 110 yards for the women.  We all hit and I thought she would probably “pass” on the water hazard.  The distance across the pond was twice the distance of any shot she had made on the other holes.  But, she proudly steps up and tees the ball.  She hit less than half-way across the water and with her fists clenched, stomped the ground and said DARN!  After finishing nine holes, we decided to return to the lodge for Mexican food…we would never finish 18 holes with this couple.
One afternoon we went to Noah’s Ark for white-water rafting on the Arkansas River.  Lyndsey and I thought we were tough enough to not wear a wet suit.  Bad decision!  The water was only 34 degrees because a few days earlier it was snow and ice in the mountains.  Before the guides loaded each group in their raft, there was a time of instruction…mainly safety.  After the safety instructions, the head guide said that we were going to have prayer.  He said that if anyone didn’t believe in prayer, they could go stand in another location….we were going to have prayer right there.  I thought at the time that maybe the river was dangerous if the head guide wouldn’t leave dry land without prayer.  The rafting was great.  Lyndsey and I soon understood why we needed to wear a wet suit.  We had only used the slippers.  When Lyndsey turned “blue.” with teeth chattering, our guide beached the raft and gave her some warm clothing.
For a few years we would travel back to Deer Valley.  One year we would take all the family to the beach and the next year our little family would go to Colorado.
A Christian dude ranch is not about the lack of wild parties and living.  It’s about the activities that are promoted that bring Glory to God.  It is the same with being a Christian.  It is not about the lack of worldly activities in our lives.  It is about growing in our relationship with God.  I don’t think Deer Valley Ranch would have sent us to Noah’s Ark if this guide service were not a prayerful group.  I admire young men like the head guide.  He was very bold and unashamed to stand on a huge rock and pray for his group of rafters before they loaded in the rafts.  I had the feeling that he was not in fear for the group’s rafting trip.  I felt he saw the need for prayer in all circumstances.  I have come to know that this is true.  Prayers are necessary in all seasons and all occasions.


August 27, 2010


One of my favorite beach vacation spots is Dauphin Island, Alabama.  It is a small barrier island located three miles south of the mouth of Mobile Bay in the Gulf of Mexico.  Entry to the island is made by crossing a three-mile long high-rise bridge which was opened in July, 1982 after the original draw bridge was destroyed by Hurricane Frederic in 1979.  There is also an automobile ferry on the eastern end of the island which travels back and forth to Gulf Shores.  During the Civil War Mobile Bay was guarded by Fort Gaines on the eastern end of Dauphin Island and Fort Morgan on the western end of Gulf Shores.  The island is approximately 14 miles long and 1-3/4 miles wide at the widest point.

We haven’t vacationed there in many years, but it is still one of my favorite beaches.  Our cabins have always been on the western end of the island away from the commercial area.  The last time we were there, the commercial district was very limited.  I like Dauphin Island because it’s quiet and a little isolated…really peaceful.  There is not much to do and I can really do “not much” really well.

Our first trip to the island I took my golf clubs.  I had read there was a country club and golf course there.  There was, but after taking one look, I realized it would be like playing out of one huge sand trap.  There was some grass on the greens but the fairways were mostly sandy.  I never had to haul my clubs to the island again.

On one trip to the island we took Pam’s mother and dad, Lyndsey and her cousin Melissa.  I know Melissa fell in love with the island because that was her honeymoon destination.  Pam’s dad really loved to walk on the beach.  He would take long walks and come back with his pockets full of shells.  One day he came back to the cabin with a type of shell he had never seen.  He asked Pam what it was and she was so excited….he had a number of “sand dollars.”  We had never found sand dollars on the beach before.  This led to many searches by all.  We came home with many sand dollars.

When we started taking all of the family to the beach with us, we began renting cabins on Gulf Shores.  It is a great area also, but it’s more suited for tourists.  The females liked it much better…maybe because there is a huge outlet mall a few miles from the beach.  When we had all the family with us, it was quite a chore to do the grocery shopping.  I usually accepted that responsibility.  We would try to keep a good supply of breakfast groceries at all times.  This allowed us to eat breakfast while we discussed and made a list for the lunch groceries.  At lunch, we ate and decided what the dinner grocery list needed to be.  We did eat a few meals out, but with Pam and her sisters taking turns at meal planning and preparation, it was a lot more fun to stay on the beach.  Staying at the beach allowed the women to conserve their energy for the outlet mall.

We normally didn’t find as many sand dollars on Gulf Shores as we did on Dauphin Island.  For anyone who doesn’t know what a sand dollar is, I won’t go into the scientific name.  The are flattened, burrowing sea urchins with a rigid skeleton.  The sand dollars on the beach are the dead urchins that have lost their covering skin.

Often, when enjoying nature, I just sit it awe of what God has placed on the earth for our enjoyment.  How could the world contain so much beauty without our Creator?  It couldn’t happen!!!  When we are enjoying His creation, it is probably a good time to do the three things I mentioned on an earlier post.  These are the three things we should do each and every day…cry a little, laugh a little, and meditate.  While we meditate on the goodness of our Creator, it is a time to give thanks for all He has provided. 


August 26, 2010

From the “Wisdom” Book:

Oh, the difference

between nearly right

and exactly right.

Dad (H. Jackson Brown, Sr.)


Years ago a woodworker told me to “measure twice and cut once.”  I didn’t realize the wisdom of that statement at the time. 

I am working on a very special project now.  I spent a couple of months “in the dugout” because of surgery on my hand.  The doctor finally told me “no restrictions,” but I am still in physical therapy.  I have only two more visits left…then it’s graduation day.  Anyway, back to my story.

Any project takes proper planning.  First, you have to put your “vision” on paper with all the measurements.  The next step is to determine the materials needed.  In my case…lumber.  Lumber comes in various widths, such as 1″x2″,  1″x4″, 1″x6″, 1″x8″, 1″x10″, and 1″x12″.  Pretty simple…right?  One inch thickness is only 3/4″.  Lumber 12″ wide measures 11 – 1/4″ and 8″ width is only 7 – 1/4″…and so forth for all the rest.  There are exceptions.  All widths of 6″ or less, you only take off 1/2″.  The standard lengths are usually 4′, 6′, 8′, 10′, and 16′.  In some lumber stores you may find different lengths. 

Now that there is no confusion on the TRUE measurements of lumber, it’s time to look at your plans and make a “cutting” plan.  In my current project I need to have 23 boards of varying measurements.  I have determined I need boards with widths of 6″, 8″, and 12″.  So, now I determine the most efficient and cost-effective “cutting” plan that will give me the proper materials with very little waste.

Maybe now you are beginning to understand “measure twice – cut once.”  If you measure only once, there is always the chance that you measured wrong.  This is not always bad.  If you cut a board too long, you can measure again and cut it shorter…then you have scraps to make bowls, etc.  If you cut the board too short, it is almost impossible to re-measure and cut the board longer.  So, then you have a lot more scraps to make a lot more bowls.

I love to turn bowls on my lathe, but Pam doesn’t need any more bowls in the house.  Enough is enough!

Last weekend I cut all my boards for this special project.  After cutting the proper lengths I had to glue the boards together to achieve the right width for the top, sides, shelves, etc.  The next step is the fine-tuning.  I will need to “measure twice” the joined boards to get the exact measurements I need.  Now, theoretically, all the pieces will fit exactly right. 

The next step is drilling screw holes in the proper place for connecting the individual pieces.  Yes, it is necessary to “measure twice” again.  Then, before joining the pieces, comes the really exciting part.  Sanding.  I always like to cover my screws, so I will need to cut plugs from dowels to glue in the screw holes.  After the pieces are screwed together, the plugs are glued in, and then sanded.

Now you can see how important it is to be exactly right rather than nearly right.  The project shoud be plumb, square, etc.  Every piece fits in the proper place.

Now it’s finished except for the painting.  This post is about finished also.  I didn’t mean to get so involved when I began writing.  When I read back from the top, I realized how boring it was.  There were just too many details.  I think I got myself in a trap.  Once I started explaining things, I felt I needed to explain my explanations.

Pam has learned to live with my detailed instructions, especially when she is traveling.  She will call me for directions and tell me she only wants to know where to turn…she doesn’t need to know how many traffic lights, hospitals, shopping malls, convenience stores, etc. she will pass before her turn.

Hearing from God is very similar to the title of this post.  When we believe we hear from God, that is the “first measure.”  It is never as misleading as lumber measurements.  But, at the same time, we still need to “measure twice.”  This “second measure”  is checking The Scriptures to see if what you believe you heard lines up with what God says.  Now, if both measures agree, it is time to “cut” or take action with full assurance you are doing the right thing.  The “second measure” is when we depend not on ourselves, but on God’s Word.  Now comes the “fine tuning” as we act in faith and obedience.



August 25, 2010

From the “Wisdom” Book:

Pride makes

us do things well.

But it is love that makes us

do them to perfection.

Dad (H. Jackson Brown, Sr.)

Thimble Shelf for Pam’s Mother

When I first began woodworking projects, I had just a few small tools.  I also made small projects that were easier for my limited expertise.  One Christmas Pam gave me a router.  It took me a year to work up enough nerve to use this new piece of equipment.  Amy’s “Thimble Shelf” was the first project with my new (year-old) router.  Amy had been collecting thimbles for years and all of her shelves were full.  Pam suggested I build the shelf for her mother’s Christmas present.  The picture above was the results of my first router project.

As I continued my woodworking there was a need for more and larger tools.  I guess at this point in time I have more tools than I will ever need. 

It has always be our custom to go to Pam’s parents for Christmas.  I believe we have missed our Christmas trip to Panhandle, Texas only three times in the past 32 years.  For many years her family drew names for the family member we would give our Christmas gift to.  After making the thimble shelf for Amy, I decided I would make the gifts I would give at Christmas.  I have always felt it was a little more personal to do this.

Alyson’s Coffee Table

This was an interesting project for Pam’s sister one Christmas.  It is a coffee table with a removable top that can be used as a serving tray. 

Teresa’s Bedside Table

This is really a bench with storage that can be used as a lamp table beside the bed.  To the best of my memory, this was a gift for Pam’s sister Teresa.  If I am wrong, please forgive me Teresa.  It has been quite a few years and I have not made notations on my project pictures.

Pam’s Hanging Hutch & Dining Table

A few years ago Pam requested a shelf to display her plates.  I found the plans for this “Hanging Hutch.”  She later bought some black dining room chairs which didn’t match our dining room set.  We decided to sell the table and chairs and I would build her a new table.  The middle picture is the dining table in progress.  The table was a different type of project for me.  We wanted the table to seat eight people and didn’t want anyone to have to straddle a table leg.  So, I found a plan for a pedestal table.  I made this table using no nails or screws.  Only pegs were used to join the various components.  The pedestal was painted black, to match the chairs, and the top was stained pecan to match the back part of the hutch.  It was a challenge to use only pegs to hold everything together.


Lyndsey’s Bench w/Storage

On one of the redecorating projects for Lyndsey’s bedroom, Pam wanted a bench.  So, I drew a plan and this is what I came up with.  The seat lifts up and there is a lot of storage space under the seat. 

This post is not about my pride in what projects I have built or a showcase for those projects.

The “pride” I have gives me the ability to see the end results, draw the plans, and solve the problem of how to make things come together.  The planning of a project is probably the most exciting part for me.  I see it as a problem to be solved and tackle that problem with gusto.  The “love” I have for the person the project is built for is expressed in the finishing touches of each project.  These finishing touches usually include 4 or 5 coats of finish, with hand rubbing after each coat.  “Hand Rubbing” consists of rubbing with very vine steel wool, rotten stone powder, and mineral oil to accomplish a finish that invites you to just feel it.  It is this finishing method that I want the person to feel the love I have for them.  As it says in the above quote, “pride” allows us to do things well and “love” brings perfection.  TLC brings perfection. 

We are to be proud of the gifts and talents that are provided by God.  This is not pride in ourselves but in God’s provision for us.  We are to use these gifts in love for the Glory of God.  Love is also a provision from God, because God is Love.  Without God there is no love.




August 18, 2010

From the Wisdom book:

Two stonecutters were

asked what they were doing.

The first said, “I’m cutting

this stone into blocks.”

The second replied, “I’M on a

team that’s building a cathedral.”

Old Story

Teamwork is an attitude.  I will never forget the first instructions I received after entering the United States Army.  Our drill sergeant informed us we were in the army and from this point on we were not required or allowed to “think.”  REALLY?  He said the army would now do our thinking for us.  By army, I soon realized he was talking about anyone who outranked us….which was everybody.  There is no rank below “nothing.”

We soon learned that each of us are only a part of a team.  I was part of a squad, which was part of a platoon, which was part of a company, which was a part of a battalion, which was part of a combat command, which was part of a division, which was part of the army.  So, you can see the insignificance of  each individual.  They are only valuable after an “attitude” adjustment. 

When basic training started. I didn’t realize it was just an “attitude” adjustment.  I thought my superiors were there for the sole purposes of killing me.  As I look back, they were trying to kill my “attitude.”  It was necessary that I focused on how to adjust my attitude to the team concept, rather than how the team will fit into my idea of how the army should work. 

So, it wasn’t true that I no longer needed to think.  Once “thinking” was taken away from me, the army was able to teach me how to think that would make me a part of the team.  Once the squad began to think as “one,” they began to fit into the platoon which began to fit into the company, etc.  The right thinking and attitude makes a team out of a group of individuals.

So it is in the Kingdom of God.  When Jesus enters our hearts, there are major attitude adjustments.  Each time we have an encounter with God is causes a crisis of belief.  If we are going to follow His direction, it takes faith and action.  It is just like that first day in the army.  We must cease to think on our own and do a lot of listening to find out where we fit in His Team. 





August 13, 2010


I just looked out my office window and saw the rain dripping off the roof.  It’s been a while since we’ve had rain.  This is just a sprinkle, but it is better than nothing.  Maybe it will rain more during the weekend.

I’d like

to be rich enough so

I could throw soap away

after the letters are

worn off.

Andy Rooney

Often, I just don’t have anything to write for my blog.  This has been one of those days.  The subject I always choose must be one that I can include a small lesson or thought.

As I saw the rain dripping off the eave, I remember the rain when I was growing up.  We didn’t have a lot of money for toys so many times we had to make our own from what was available.  When it came time to ride a “stick horse,” I could take a hatchet and cut a small sapling and tie a string around it for reins.  It was fun but it really didn’t save any energy from riding it.  Pistols were made from a forked limb and I used my mother’s peddle sewing machine to make a cloth scabbard.  It was just as accurate as the store-bought pistols.

Back to the rain.  One of my favorite activities when it was raining was sitting on the porch and making bubbles to float out in the rain.  We used a dish, bar of soap, and a wooden spool (for thread).  We would catch a little water dripping off the eaves, place the soap in the dish, and rub the spool on the soap until the hole was covered by suds.  Then, we could blow from the other end of the spool until a bubble was formed.  It was a lot like the bubble loops the kids use today. 

We tried to outdo each other on size of bubble, and when the bubble was released…who’s bubble floated the longest before it hit the ground or was burst by raindrops.

I have always been amazed at the pretty colors in bubbles and rainbows.  In Noah’s day, after the world was destroyed by flood, God placed a rainbow in the sky.  I know it must have been the most beautiful thing ever seen on earth.  If our soap bubbles had such beautiful colors, I know that God’s rainbow must have been beyond compare.  He gave the rainbow as a sign of the covenant He made to never destroy the world again by flood.  Each time it rains and a rainbow appears, I remember God’s first rainbow and His covenant.  And, I am  thankful for all the beautiful things that God provides for out enjoyment.  May I never take these Blessings for granted.


August 12, 2010


 A Diamond

is a chunk of coal

that made good

under pressure.


 A few years ago Pam, Lyndsey, and I were in the kitchen when we heard something fall to the floor.  It’s a little hazy to me now and I don’t remember what fell or where it fell.  What I do remember is Pam saying, “Everybody check your diamonds!”  This was funny at the time, and many times after that when something dropped to the floor, one of us would say, “Everybody check your diamonds!”  If I had to guess, I would say that each of them have a fondness for diamonds.  And, I guess I will have to admit I am also partial to them.  No, the picture above is not the diamonds at our home.

Diamonds are created by great pressure.  When I was teaching Sunday school, I read a story about the pressure on a fragile vase being dropped in the ocean.  As the vase drops, pressure increases the deeper it falls.  That pressure is enough to crush the fragile vase…so why isn’t it crushed?  The vase is open at the top and as it falls, the pressure is the same on the inside as it is on the outside.  With equal pressure inside and outside, the fragile vase cannot be crushed.

Many people have told me over the years that they perform best under pressure.  This may be true, but I believe that much of the pressure we feel is because we have put off things until we experience unnecessary pressure.  I don’t feel we perform better under pressure, we just determine that we must complete the task.  What we discover many times is the task we have been dreading and putting off is not really as bad as we perceived.  After completing the dreadful task, we can look back and see that it was not really as bad as we thought it would be.  We also discover that it would have been a lot easier if we had used proper planning and attacked the task without the last-minute pressure.  We need to change “must do” tasks to “need to do” tasks, and remove the last-minute pressure.

So, what does all this have to do with “Diamonds?”  Nothing.  It’s all about pressure.  A lump of coal needs pressure to create a diamond.  A fragile vase needs pressure from within and without to remain a fragile vase.  Each of us is like a precious and fragile vessel to God.  During out lifetime we will experience the pressures of just living in this world.  As we experience these worldly pressures, we must seek the inner pressure of the Spirit of God.  He is ready and willing to be asked.  The more pressure we feel from the outside the more Spirit we need on the inside.  This is the only way we can remain the precious and fragile vessel that God created. 


August 11, 2010


Doesn’t this make your mouth water?  Key Lime Pie is probably my favorite dessert.  The only thing better than a piece (left picture) of Key Lime Pie is a whole Key Lime Pie (right picture).  It takes a lot of discipline to only eat one piece.  I AM SPEAKING FOR MYSELF!!! 

A few years ago, I was in a banking group that met twice each year.  We met once in the spring and once in the fall.  I traveled to many nice places.  There were choices of locations for each meeting.  After traveling to a lot of different places I finally decided my two favorite places were The Phoenician in Scottsdale, Arizona in the spring and The Ritz-Carlton in Naples, Florida for the fall. 

 The Phoenician – Scottsdale, Arizona

Once I took Pam to the Phoenician, she always wanted to go the next year.  One year we let Lyndsey go with us.  I surprised her at the airport when I hired a limo to take us to the resort.  She thought she had died and gone to heaven.  She was even more in awe when we arrived at the hotel.

The Phoenician makes a great Key Lime Pie.  I will judge it as being third best in all my experiences with this treat.  It is not second best because Pam’s Key Lime Pie ranks in that position.



The Ritz-Carlton – Naples, Florida

 Now The Ritz-Carlton in Naples is where  I have found first place for Key Lime Pie.  One reason, this is the part of the United States where they have real key limes.  One trip when Pam went with me I couldn’t wait to treat her with the Key Lime experience.  They have three or four restaurants at the Ritz.  One night at dinner I looked at the dessert menu and  NO KEY LIME PIE!!!!  Horrors.  I summoned my water and asked about my favorite dessert.  He said the new menu had eliminated this item.  I had eaten this pie at this same restaurant in years past.  He said there was no problem–he would send someone to one of the other restaurants for my Key Lime Pie.  Problem solved.

The only reason Pam takes second place with her Key Lime Pie is because she doesn’t have the “real” key limes to use.  If she did, she would take first place.  But, placing second to the Ritz is not a bad deal.

Both of the places mentioned above have a lot other great things besides Key Lime Pie.  They have excellent food, spas, and golf courses, etc.  The Phoenician has a great ice cream shop.  When you order ice cream, they open the cooler and scrape off the top layer of ice cream and throw it in the garbage.  It doesn’t make sense to me, but that’s what they do.  They also serve a giant chocolate chip cookie with ice cream covering the top.  This was enough dessert for Pam, Lyndsey, and myself.

 How do we rate first place in our lives?  It is just as simple as the Ritz-Carlton Key Lime Pie.  We fill ourselves with the “real” thing…the Spirit of God.  There is nothing more filling that the Holy Spirit.  This filling brings us more peace and satisfaction than anything this world has to offer.  This is where our strength comes from to cope with the world and its problems on a daily basis.



August 10, 2010

I had a visit with my “hand” doctor yesterday.  He was very pleased with my surgery.  I never know whether he is pleased with his surgery or pleased for my level of recovery.  I am not being critical of him.  He is one of my all-time favorite doctors.  He always has a friendly smile that gives his patients a lift.  At least that is the way it affects me.  He is a small built man and reminds me of Dustin Hoffman.

My problem was “Basal Joint Arthritis of the Thumb.”  The basal joint of the thumb (Carpal-MetaCarpa joint) is located at the base of the thumb, adjacent to the wrist.  It is a very mobile joint, normally allowing a significant amount of motion to help position the thumb.  This arthritis may occur as the result of an injury.  In my case, it was doing some plumbing repair without the proper tools (earlier post).  The process results in the loss of the protective cartilage cushion of the joint, causing a painful condition where bone rubs on bone.

The most common form of surgery is to remove one of the bones that form the thumb CMC joint, and replace it with soft tissue from an adjacent tendon.  The bone that is removed is called the trapezium.  A wrist tendon is used to rebuild a ligament for the joint, and then fill the joint space with soft tissue.  A temporary pin is used to hold the joint in place for 4 weeks while the tissue heals.  This removes the arthritis.  Therapy is required, and recovery of strength is experienced for at least one year.

In other words, I had a joint removed from my hand and it was replaced by two tendons in my arm.

I have had 12 physical therapy visits and have another 6 more to go.  The “hand” doctor is pleased, my physical therapist is pleased, and I am pleased.  So, now my doctor says:  “No Restrictions.”  This means I can resume my normal activities.  I started back with my exercise program last night and the doctor says I can operate my lawn tractor again.  I called Chelsea last night to tell her that I would be able to begin the project I promised for the soon arriving “Jansen.”

“No Restrictions” means that I can resume my normal activities such as exercising, yard work, woodworking, etc.  It does not mean that there are no limitations.  I will still not be able to play major league baseball, play quarterback in the NFL, or perform “Superman” heroics.  When the doctor told me I had “no restrictions,” I thought maybe I will be able to do a lot of things that I had never done.  No so!  But believe me, after the past two months, doing the normal every-day things sounds good to me.


When God created Adam and Eve and placed them in the Garden of Eden, he placed one restriction on them.  They could eat of any tree in the garden except the “Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.”   If they ate of that tree they would surely die (be separated from God).  They ate.  They were thrown out of the garden and became separated from God.  How many times do we ignore the restrictions placed on us?  It is then that we know how Adam and Even felt when they left the garden.  It is a very lonely and miserable feeling.  It can only be removed when we come back to fellowship with our God.


August 6, 2010


I just had an interesting conversation with Lyndsey.  I had purchased her a new printer last month with wireless capabilities.  I had never checked to see how she like it.  Her old printer was before anyone even thought about a wireless feature.  She said it was really nice to be able to sit on the couch and print without being hooked to a cable.

During our conversation, she said, “Dad, you are really hi-tech.”  I replied, “I don’t think so.”  Then she got a little personal and asked if there was any time we didn’t have electricity.  She was not talking about a power failure.  I told her that when I was young we had kerosene lamps.  We also had a wood stove until we upgraded to a kerosene stove.  There was no plumbing in the house, the water well was next the back porch, and we had a trail out back to walk to the outhouse.  Our telephone was mounted on the wall, we had to crank it to reach the operator, and we were on a party-line.

She told me to look and see where I was now.  She said I used the computer every day and also posted on a blog.  So, maybe I am hi-tech.  I do remember my first computer at the bank where I worked.  We only bought two.  I went to school at SMU in Dallas for a week to learn how to program.  “Windows” didn’t exist at the time.  I am not trying to say I am old, because I am really “young at heart.”  I stay up-to-date on my computer and depend on it daily. 

Here’s a quote from my “Wisdom” book about aging:

First you forget names,

then you forget faces,

then you forget to pull your zipper up,

then you forget to pull your zipper down.     ——Leo Rosenburg

So, where is the lesson in this?  I am young at heart because of the Spirit that lives within me.

Short post today because I didn’t have anything to write about until I talked to Lyndsey.