Worry is such a crude beast It freezes and cripples me. It never shows any mercy. It's like being tossed in the sea In the middle of a raging storm. I must cry out. Yes I do! "Jesus, My Lord, I need you!" Help me calm down Deliver me from this dread Because in the... Continue Reading →
Going to the zoo without a care Zebras, giraffes, elephants, bears kangaroos, lions, birds everywhere. Take a lunch break on a wooden chair Mom has a sandwich, I have a pear. Next exhibit: Sumatran Tiger--how rare! A mountain lion--sign says beware. Also saw a racka with lots of hair then after the zoo we went... Continue Reading →
"Dangit!" I stepped on a rusted nail now I need to go to urgent care jail. Waiting here to get my tetanus shot air conditioner not working--getting hot. But I will joyfully fight through this dread, considering that in the past, no vaccine would leave me dead. Thank you, thank you, modern medicine.
Frontal, parietal, occipital, and temporal. These four lobes of the brain are really quite simple. The frontal lobe involves memory and problem solving. It is, in theory, the latest evolving. The parietal is above the temporal and behind the frontal lobe station. It controls both sensory and spatial orientation. The occipital is the smallest lobe of them all.... Continue Reading →
That vexing phone dancing on the nightstand. Bvvr. Bvvr. I reluctantly reached it with my hand. Time to get up and begin Groundhog Day. Take a shower. Brush my teeth. Comb my hair the same way. Pass by the familiar stoplight. Ray's gas station on the left and Walmart to my right. Open the office... Continue Reading →
In December of 2007, I gave my heart to the Lord. I knew my life was full of sin and that God was gracious and compassionate. I understood that He died on the cross for my sins. I remember hearing at a young age: “Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago I was picking up my son from daycare. We were waiting at a stoplight on the intersection of 41 and Fowler Street near Page field. There was a gentleman in his mid-30s on a bike getting ready to cross this busy intersection. I was getting nervous for him because you... Continue Reading →