Day 85.  This jet sits in the city park surrounded by a fence to keep people off of it.  I remember going to the park and being able to climb up in the plane and play in the cockpit.  I was the king of the sky.  Look out Red Baron here I come.  And, then I grew to big to fit through the small hole that led up into the plane.  They made it small to keep the big kids out, and now they keep everyone out.  Of course, this isn't the same plane.  Just like this plane when it flew, life goes way to fast.

Day 84.  I don't know exactly what is going on, but it seems that some ranchers around might be trying to reestablish a wild horse population.  Probably not but that would be so cool.  I love seeing these herds grazing in the open meadows.  They make me think of old black and white western movies, The Lone Ranger and Tonto, and John Wayne.  A time when life was more simple.  More simple? Really?  We have life so simple now.  We have so many conveniences, and yet fail to give thanks for most of them.  Thank you lord for my herd.

I have a picture for this day but I haven't been with my computer.  I have been at the hospital most of the day.  A very precious lady got our attention.  What started out as a bad headache now we know is actually three aneurysms.  She will be transported to Dallas some time today for surgery.  Just the day before she brought dinner to us.  I can't get over the fact that life is so fragile.  Dying is easy, it's living that is so hard.  How can we live without Jesus?  Anyway, I will post my pictures as soon as I can.

Day 83.  One day, many years ago, a youth sponsor asked us kids what our favorite scripture was.  Up until that moment I had always said whatever the other kids said.  I guess I was just riding the wave of convenience.  But that day I decided to be different.  So, I took out my bible and quickly flipped the pages and waited to see where it opened, then I stuck my finger on the page and announced that this was my favorite.  I memorized it, but I didn't really understand it.  It was a few years before I studied that scripture and found out what it meant, and then it really became my favorite.  Through the years I have accumulated many favorites, but, I still have this one memorized, and it is still my most favorite.  Because, I know that I am not an accidental Christian, I was chosen.  John 15:16

Day 82.  What do you see?  Sometimes there is more in the reflection than in the focus.  What is the focus of this picture, the pickup, the head light, the running board?  You can actually see me taking the picture if you look very closely.  But what I like is the road coming out of the light and going down the side.  There is usually more to an image than just what you see at first glance.  People are the same way.  An initial impression isn't always correct.  Look  past the focus and see the reflection of their heart.  

Day 81.  Another butterfly shot.  Actually I got two different butterflies today.  But I have seen this one around for a couple of days and finally was able to get close enough to take his picture.  In case you are wondering it is a Mourning Cloak butterfly.  I went out early this afternoon and took several pictures and had a hard time choosing which one to use.  Then I realized that the other shots weren't going anywhere.  If I don't use them, I can retake them.  This guy is here today but may not be here tomorrow.  So, I chose him.  He's nice but not really rare, or something spectacular.  But, I think he is pretty special.  In the caterpillar stage this guy had a voracious appetite that could devastate a tree, they travel in groups, also he had spikes that contain a mild poison.  Not really the kind of visitor you want around.  As a butterfly, I don't think anyone would chase him away.  So, here is the lesson.  God chose me.  You can fill in the blanks.  

Day 80.  Where is your home?  What is a home?  Type in "Home is" on a search engine and see what comes up.  There are so many different sayings and definitions.  That's because home is not the same for everyone.  For some it has to do with family and memories.  For others it has to do with security or comfort.  Some homes are always spotless while others have a little clutter.  I love my house, but I don't have to have this house to have a home.  To me, my home doesn't depend on the location or condition of the house.  I have lived in houses of all shapes and sizes, and in vastly different neighborhoods.  Every house has it's own story.  Home is where those stories come together and the parts become a whole.  So, where IS your home?