A Cautious Look At Love

Fsherlock_300rank Sinatra made the song “The Second Time Around”, written by Jimmy Van Heusen and Sammy Cahn, popular.  The first verse says, ” Love is lovlier the second time around.  Just as wonderful with both feet on the ground.  It’s the second time you hear your song sung.  Makes you think, perhaps that love, like youth, is wasted on the young.”

I have stated if it is the Lord’s will, I would like to love again.  My experience with Terrie was so wonderful to me, that I would like that to happen again.  But the question behind the desire is does God want that to happen?  The honest answer is, Continue reading

Suitable For Him

Tholding-hands_300he second Christmas has passed and I have mixed emotions.  Yesterday, I had many reminders of where I was emotionally one year ago.  That time was very raw and painful.  This year, there was a respectful awareness, but I had some joy and happiness, at the same time.

I think the joy and happiness was due to the Lord continuing to work in my life and to graciously bless me in at least two ways: First, in “Good Tidings of Great Joy“, I     described re-focusing on the true subject of why we celebrate Christmas.  Secondly, in “Trust and Obey“, I mentioned I had gone on a Continue reading

Trust And Obey

broken-chairHave you ever sat in a chair and had it collapse?  I have and it’s not fun ending up setting on the floor!  My experience was with a fold out seat on a two wheel push-pull golf cart.  I was nineteen and weighed 170 pounds and I wanted to buy the cart for my future father-in-law.  So while in the store, I sat the cart on the floor, folded out the seat and sat down, only to have it drop like an out of control elevator.

Do you know what I learned from that life lesson?  To take a look and make a determination if the other chairs I want to sit in will hold me.  We have to make hundreds of determinations every day about things we place our trust in every day.   Will the truck that is passing me stay in his lane? Continue reading

The Pursuit Part 1

ICop Car_300n 1965, Wayne Fontana and The Mindbenders had a hit song called “Game of Love”.  After a soulful instrumental intro, the verse began with

“The purpose of a man is to love a woman,
And the purpose of a woman is to love a man,
So come on baby let’s start today, come on baby let’s play
The game of love, love, la la la la la love…”

it went on for a couple of minutes with words to encourage the lady to “play the game of love.”

Aw, the game of love!  After my first date with Terrie, I was convinced I had been drawn, Continue reading

Grand Coulee High – Class of ’69

Yearbook 001_editedDo you remember what it was like to be in high school?  Were you part of the popular kids or were you one of the average kids?  If you were popular, I don’t blame you, because you were popular for a reason.  It may have been because of your looks, your athleticism, your parent’s money or prestige, your talents, or great personality.  If you were one of the average kids, it was probably because you lacked one or more of the other factors.    I’m not writing about anything new, this was probably established in the first school house.

I was reviewing my copy of the 1969 Conveyor, the yearbook for Grand Coulee High School.  I was looking at all the pictures and reading the descriptions of the senior class (next to mine it said “Transfer Oklahoma- eeew, gross”) and thought to myself that there was a reason it was so hard to crack into that group.  The graduating class of 1969 would boast of having the highest number of graduates in the history of the school with fifty student’s receiving diplomas.  Of the fifty, twenty two of them had gone to school together from the first grade through twelfth grade.  Since 1957, they had seen one another in class every school day since they were six years old.  That is an amazing thought for me.  I had already been in at least ten schools by the time I got I got to this place.  The thought of having lifelong schools mates was foreign to me; I didn’t even know it was possible.  These folks were the establishment and they had their political machine in place and operating.   An average kid didn’t just walk in and enjoy the benefits; you had to earn your way in. Continue reading