California at 4000 feet

There's nothing quite as sad as a lifeless form alongside a lonely stretch of California highway.


Stopping to survey the situation seemed like the prudent thing to do. Hubby and I poked, prodded, and pushed the miniture creature until it was able to stand upright. We coaxed and coddled the sad figure all the while sensing the end was very near. Persuaded that nothing else could be done, we left him there resigned to his fate.


With one final effort, Hubby perched him up onto a roadside post, where he promptly fell off and ceased to exist.











Goodbye, sweet snowman!

Sunday School Lesson

Grace Place may be geared to the K-2 crowd, but I find I need it as well.

Yesterday at the after-school girl's basketball game, a cocky 8th grader, really pushed my buttons. Since he realized he was bigger and stronger than me, he chose to ignore my directive to leave the game.

What could I do? The vice principal was unavailable at that time, so I had to overlook the offense. Aarrgh!

I came home still licking my wounds. This morning when I woke up, I was still ruminating about it. I decided to have a heart-to-heart with myself. My unforgiveness was threatening to ruin this day as well.

Now on to Grace Place, last Sunday's theme was forgiveness. We did a Biblical skit on Matthew 18:21-35. A king wished to settle accounts with his slaves. The first slave was forgiven, but he did not, in turn, forgive the second.

As that message rolled around in my head, I knew what I had to do. By the time I got to school, I was able to pray blessings on that particular student, (a good indication for me that I had truly forgiven him.) Whew! What a relief. I can only imagine how miserable my day would've been without the assurance that I love because He first loved me. Or in this case-I forgive because He first forgave me.