“Giving thanks is the most fundamental act of worship.” ~Jeff Peterson, Senior Pastor Central Assembly of God, Springfield, MO If everyone was given a chance to take to the airways and speak or write a seasonal message centered on Thanksgiving and the concept of giving thanks, I’m betting that there would be so much thankfulness,
I read with great interest the other day from a friend’s blog about a program that I can totally get behind and that I totally support. On that day, the blog post or article that I read seemed to dovetail nicely with 2 tweets from another person that I don’t even know and that I’ve
With coffee in hand, a half regular and half decaf blend that I concocted and made with my own two hands, I proceeded to my usual place of computer work where the Wi-Fi signal is the strongest, the phone connection is the weakest, the surroundings are the loneliest, and the temperature is usually the coldest.
There are so many permutations and combinations of reasons, scenarios, and circumstances that go into each walk that we take. Infinite multiplied by infinite still equals infinite; and literally there are an infinite number of determinants of what goes into a walk, why one goes for a walk, and what we say and see while
Getting a child to their freshman year of college for their initial move-in experience and getting them ready for the first day of their first year can be nerve-wracking, stressful, traumatic, and full of angst — and that’s just for the parents!
Most of the time nobody wants to hear about someone else’s latest trip, journey, or vacation either. There are probably lots of different reasons for that, of course. However, I’m guessing that my audience is different and actually wants to hear about mine, thank you very much. Glad that you asked and want to know;
In July, my wife Debbie and I celebrated 32 years of marriage. It has been a great union of two people and a great journey that we have been on. We have thoroughly enjoyed each other and all those who have poured their friendship and love into us along the way.
I really am trying to write about something else, but I can’t. It’s as if the story in my mind has not played out completely, has not come to an end, or drawn a satisfying conclusion. It would kind of be like walking out of a really good movie before it ends; or putting an
“I’m from Oregon; born and bred, and I come with some family background in that fire fighting arena. Therefore I have a deep respect for these men and women who lay it on the line and risk it all each fire season. Out west, we hold them in high regard, and when we lose even
He lived on a small plot of land next door to my grandparents in the high plateau and semi-arid region of central Oregon, in a little pull-off of a town named Tumalo. There was one street and one little store. In the summer it was hot, dry, and dusty with volcanic and basaltic rock
Bruce Hedgepeth, MD