Sometimes I find myself unsure of how to proceed. And sometimes, when I find myself in such a spot, it seems I don’t even know what questions to ask.
Part of my problem is that I so often see a problem or a challenge or a situation and I spend a lot of energy, time, and thought trying to present a solution to God and ask His blessing upon it. And, in His grace and kindness, sometimes He even blesses that ridiculous notion – kind of like the little kid whose daddy lifted him high in the air thinks he really dunked the basketball.
But then there are times when it seems like every turn of the maze is a dead end.
Frustrated and exhausted and utterly discouraged, I finally stop and look up.
Some friends of mine and I are at one of those places. And, as God often does, it seems He has put a song in my heart and mind this morning. Would you take just a couple of minutes to consider this simple, beautiful, prayerful hymn?
How profoundly simple it seems, “Have Your way, Lord, have Your way.”
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Our first whole day in Honduras was spent largely on a long hike – over seven miles.
One of the things you won’t find in the Honduras Visitors’ Guide is the simple fact that there is trash on the ground…everywhere. There are all kinds of trash on the ground even out in the more rural areas, though less than in the city.
And yet, it’s a beautiful place. When you add to the trash the numerous muddy spots in the road and a healthy smattering of horse manure…well, suffice it to say that you have to pay attention to where you step. And that is without any consideration of the terrain and all of the ups and downs and gravitational challenges for old and overweight folks like myself.
It’s easy to get so caught up looking at the messy reality at your feet that you miss the glorious sights around you.
As you can see, there are some amazing things to see.
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A couple of nights ago I couldn’t get to sleep. So I got up and decided to revisit a project I had been working on that evening. I heard something rustling around in the garage but, upon some investigation, could not tell what it was.
The next day, hoping to rectify a malfunctioning turn signal, I went out to the garage. I remembered the midnight noise and did some investigating. It seems I had left the lid open on the large trash can I keep in the garage. It was positioned right next to my new portable grill. I began to pull the trash can out of the way and was startled by a slight movement inside the can.
I’m going to go ahead and own up to the fact that there was momentary loss of constitutionary control of demeanor.
Upon closer investigation, this is what I saw:
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