Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Eclipse Party


The most amazing event I've ever witnessed in my life.
Breathtaking.

Left me speechless with my heart pounding in my chest.

Clouds threatened the view but the timing could not have been more perfect.

Things heard on the field--not sure which was better:
1) "Why are they passing out 3D glasses?" Ok . . .
2) "I can't see a thing through these sun glasses" Well, yeah.

Sometimes there are just no words for such an event as this.

"The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them,
and there is nothing hidden from its heat."

(Psalm 19:1-6)







taken through my eclipse glasses

caught the reflection and bounced it into a cloud

This is called "The Diamond Ring" and it literally sucked the breath from my lungs.
Photo credit: Rod Lewis

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