Just don’t do the laundry

I am exhausted and cranky tonight, yet I have set goals for myself this week and I feel the need to start this up. For the one-hundred-thousandth time. Whatever.

Today I had great plans to finish laundry and actually clean MY house. I have taken up a little side work cleaning houses and it makes me so sad when I walk into my house and there is toothpaste smeared all over the bathroom sink. And toilet. And ceiling. Continue reading “Just don’t do the laundry”

Trampled by a donkey

Yesterday was Palm Sunday.

We had a guest preacher at our church and he helped me understand, somewhat, one of the many mysteries of the Bible that has perplexed me for years.

“What changed between Sunday and Friday?”

Sunday is Palm Sunday, the day Jesus arrived in Jerusalem and was heralded as the coming King! A crowd of thousands of Jews, armed with palms, rushed out to meet him as he entered the city. The Jews believed him to be the one of whom Scripture foretold, the one to sweep in and squash their Roman occupiers.

Hosanna! Continue reading “Trampled by a donkey”

Calling out for help

True story:

When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was to go fishing with my Dad.

Every year, we’d grab our poles, pack up our waders and load up our tackle boxes for a weekend trout fishing adventure at Montauk State Park. We’d leave late on Friday night (Dad was always packing at the last minute) and the two of us would drive the three hours to the park, where Grandma and Grandpa would be waiting for us in a rented cabin.

In the morning, we’d all head to the stream and try to catch our daily limit, which was five in those days. My Dad taught me several lessons on the stream: Continue reading “Calling out for help”