Day 28.  Am I blessed or am I cursed?  Well, I know that I am blessed.  But, with two beautiful daughters who are growing up too fast, I am not so certain.  I know the day is coming when I will have to deal with boyfriends.  For one girl maybe it won't be so bad, depends on the boy, but for both at the same time it may be more than this father can handle.  Thank goodness I still have some time to prepare for this.  Until then, I will be the best guy in their life.  Hopefully that will make it very difficult for any boy that comes around.

What's your sign?  Are you a stop sign or a yield sign?  How about a "yikes" or "the end"?  I was listening to some worship music this afternoon and a song came on that I have heard many times but never really paid attention to the words.  But today was different.  One part really stuck in my head.  It was Kutless' "What Faith Can Do" and the part that got me was.
                      "It doesn't matter what you've heard
                        Impossible is not a word
                        It's just a reason
                        For someone not to try"
Street signs have to be obeyed.  But, when we put signs up in our life that make us stop short or not even try, then we are missing a big part of life.  Impossible is not a word, it is an excuse.



Who doesn't love bubbles.  Little kids and big kids alike love bubbles.  Even puppies love bubbles.  I love to see how many I can make at once or how big they can get.  I try to catch them and stack them.  But, we forget about them.  It's like flying a kite.  Almost everyone loves to fly the kite but we seldom have time.  There's not enough wind, there's too much wind, we always can find an excuse and then forget how fun it can be.  So, this year I will try to have more fun with simple things like bubbles, and kites, and riding bikes, oh my.  It's going to be a good year.

Day 25.  Well, not great, but pretty cool.  It took me several hundred takes and hours of trying.  Was it worth it?  Yes, or I wouldn't have posted it.  A lot of things don't seem worth trying until you spend some time doing it.  But, if you try you might find a great new passion. 

Just missing my Granny, that's all. 

Day 23.  Is your guardian angel watching over you?  Maybe you're working him too hard.  All my life I have known that there are angels keeping watch over me.  One day, a lady in our church asked me to turn on the angel lights for her.  She could see I didn't understand.  So, she said, you know the lights on the wall.  I did and I saw what was talking about.  With the house lights off these lights throw a reflection on the wall that looks like, well, angels, minus the wings.  The scallops on the glass even project folds in the robe.  So now whenever I turn them on I look to make sure the angels are there, and they are.  Just another reminder that I am never alone.  Thank you Jesus.

I hear the train a comin'.  It's comin' round the bend. And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.  It's the orange blossom special. 
Well, that's all I know of that song.  Trains always remind me of road trips when I was young.  Sitting in the back of the station wagon looking out the windows for anything.  Those were the days before hand held video games and DVD players.  I had a little transistor radio.  It was blue and it had FM.  oooooh.  So, I would be there listening to the radio and counting train cars, waving at the engineer so he would blow the whistle.  But, the caboose was the best, I don't know why.  I wonder what my kids will remember when they look back at their life.  Will they even remember trains?