Ramblings and Other Such Things

It's been a while since I posted anything, but I have been wandering around trying to fine myself. I usually see myself on a regular basis but the challenge is I am either heading out the door or have some other pressing issue that I am attending to at the time. So hopefully I'll get an opportunity to sit down with myself and catch-up on life and see how I am doing. Once that's done I'm sure something will dribble out on this semi-blank white page. Till then...

I'm reposting this from an email from Ransom Heart: January 17, 2010 A Loss of Heart It was to the most religious people of his time that Jesus spoke his strongest warnings about a loss of heart. It is tragic for any person to lose touch with the life of their heart but especially so for those of us who once heard the call in our heart and recognized it as the voice of Jesus of Nazareth. We may remember him inviting us to a life of beauty, intimacy, and adventure that we thought was lost. For others of us, when he called, it felt for the first time in our lives as if our heart had finally found a home. We responded in faith, in hope, and in love and began the journey we call the Christian life. Each day seemed a new adventure as we rediscovered the world with God by our side. But for many of us, the waves of first love ebbed away in the whirlwind of Christian service and activity, and we began to lose the Romance. Our faith began to feel more like a series of problems that needed t

Today was January 3rd, the weather today was cold...very cold, in fact, and windy. The windchill put us into the single digits most of the day. Light snow was flying with little or no accumulation from the big storm that was pounding the northern states of New England. I remember the weather one year ago, it was a very sunny day. It had snowed the week prior and most of the snow had melted and refroze a couple times but all in all one year ago the weather was beautiful. The temperature was in the low 30s. The reason I recall the weather so vividly last year, was that afternoon Dawn and I took a little hike. We hiked nice and leisurely up Sleeping Giant State Park to the castle. On the way down, I slipped and fell, shattering my left wrist plate. A couple hours later, I was home from the hospital emergency room, pain pills in hand with a cast up to my bicep. I can't say that I would want to relive the experience, but I think I will never forget the lessons learned from that bro