Have you heard the name of the currently-ash-spewing volcano in Iceland?
No? Me neither. Eyjafjallajökull is its name; the translation is “island mountain glacier.” Most reporters seem to be avoiding the proper name and are sticking to “the volcano in Iceland” or some such avoidance technique. I can’t blame them. If you’d like to hear a few brave reporters try, check it out:
This is some serious post-it use!
I do love post-its…but I’ve never used the 6,000+ required here!
If you belong to a major Christian denomination in the US or southern Canada, this map may reflect what you already know. You can find more info here. I found it interesting.
Yeah, the grammar is driving me crazy too. It’s easily forgivable, though, since this was left on the edge of the water in Thessaloniki, Greece. My Greek would be, well, not worth posting.
This sign sat amongst a bunch of broken-down pseudo-buildings. It looked as if a carnival or street market had previously occupied the area, but was now on to a more exciting venue. I wondered who had written it originally and what the initial “this” had been.
The question remained: Would you like that this was possible?
Almost two years ago, I read it for the first time. The question pops into my head unexpectedly every once in awhile, accompanied by several others: What do I dream about? What do I wish was possible? What I am doing about it? What does God think about it? Have I asked Him?
When I first read this sign, I had a heart set on a number of dreams. They weren’t bad in and of themselves; some were really good. Many of them have not come to fruition as I hoped they would, but in their place have come a few replacements. These dreams are a bit more tentative, and much more surrendered.
And yes, I would like that this was possible.
Definitions of “rich” range from person to person.
For a little comparative analysis, check out the global rich list. You just may be richer (in financial measures) than you thought.
of a peanut butter chocolate cupcake
with salt on top
and the evening of chatting
added to a relaxing day of pedicure + wandering about
makes, “Mmm…” the only appropriate response.
Sometimes luxury comes in small but potent doses.
Both of these articles published today rang all too true for me. Enjoy!
Why You Don’t Want to Be Loved– Because it would hurt, of course! The piercing question remains: “Can we live all loved?”
Certain Change– “I’d like to think that someday I’ll have it all figured out. If I could just convince God to hand over a detailed five-year itinerary every so often, then I would glide through each transition in my life without a single misstep.” Me too!
The reminder from the Father as I watched a LBB (little brown bird) in a park this morning was well-timed and went something like this: Given My care for the littlest, commonest bird, don’t you think that I have a plan for you, carefully made and carefully executed? You are worth much more to Me.” (See Matthew 6:26.)
When I wonder what that plan entails (and if it lines up with my own hopeful plan), I need only to remember that knowledge and relationship with God is my highest good. In relationship with Him, I can be whole, no matter the wheres, whens, whats, whos, or how the plan unfolds.
How long would you like to live, given the option of living forever? I’m talking about life on earth- life in which the people you love die, and you just keep trucking.
I watched Bicentennial Man on Sunday night and wondered about the misery of such a life. In the movie, an android (robot that looks human) develops human emotions over the course of his 200-year life. He only dies when his body (with a lot of work) becomes more and more human-like and less electronic.
Earlier in the day, however, I had been looking at new laptops. My current laptop is about 3.5 years old, and it’s getting s-l-o-w. It either needs a time investment to clean up some of the junk it has acquired over the past few years, or it needs to be replaced.
By the time I finished the day, I was considering the huge assumptions that had to be made for the movie to work. First, you would have to assume that something electronic could continue to function for 200 years. How could an electronic item as complicated as a robot (turned android) not become so outdated and obsolete let alone be supported anymore for two centuries? Second, it would have to be able to heal itself- to get rid of any bugs, to fix any pieces that happened to break, and to keep its software running.
I’m no robot or android expert, and yes, I do understand that the movie is fiction. It did, however, leave me with a great sense of gratitude for the great work of our Creator. He did create bodies that lasted over 900 years; our bodies even now heal themselves naturally of an amazing range of illnesses. I was also convicted that I need to take care of myself. In comparison with the greatness of His work, caretaking is a small job!
Married for 62 years and clearly in love! My favorite part is her look at him at 0:41.
(They’ve been interviewed and you can see it.)
“Are you ordering me to trust him?”
“I’m telling you to follow him.”
Do you ever have that odd experience of random quotes provoking thought like a burr between your sock and shoe? Maybe I’m an odd duck, but it seems to happen quite regularly; this was the latest. A quote from a TV show led me back to the book club discussion around the fire pit Saturday night on trust and love. Trust flows from sacrificial love and compels us.
We can follow Jesus because we trust Him- for salvation, for life, for direction, for daily grace, and so much more. Out of His love, He gave us reason to trust and follow Him.
Following is certainly easier where trust is present, but it is not precluded when trust is absent. In the work context of these quotes, the follower must follow out of obligation, but he is unlikely to trust his boss without assurance of trustworthiness and proven leadership. On one hand, in the context of intimate relationship, following without trust is a slap in the face. However, in the context of much of life, such following seems necessary.
What do you think?