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Ignoring the rules of hiking can be dangerous. I found that out when I became lost and alone at 7,000 feet while hiking in Yosemite National Park. Though I had initially followed markers and footprints, they had long since disappeared.
I had followed the terrain downward, but it was now so steep and rocky it was difficult to walk. Having hiked for six hours over strenuous trails, I was exhausted. My water supply was low. The sun was cooking me over a slow fire.
I had started out in the cool predawn darkness, following a flashlight beam to get an early start.
One camel said to another camel, “Your master has placed a straw upon your back. Why do you not shake it off?”
And the second camel answered, “The straw is small, and though it itches a bit, it is not a heavy burden and I can bare it.”
The next day, the camel’s master added another straw to the camel’s back. Again, the first camel asks, “Your master has placed another straw upon your back. Your burden has doubled. Why do you not shake it off?”
I first met Danielle on her doorstep, an enthusiastic new high school graduate and college student. Our local church fellowship was reaching every home in our community, and her family’s home was just a few streets away from where we lived.
We got to know Daniellle, and as the friendship with our family grew, we followed her progress in college. Then, heartbroken, she told us of a breakup with her boyfriend. Then we learned she was deeply troubled due to verbal and physical abuse suffered in her home
He told me...and I speak His words.
He sent me... and I have come.
I am His Messenger.
The angel of the Lord came down from heaven,
and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone
and sat on it.
Only His directions do I heed.
Nothing less... nothing more.
I am His Messenger.
He sat on the stone, and though he saw the guards, he did not speak to them.
Hey, look at that. The first star in the sky. Hey, that means I can make a wish and get whatever I want. All right. I wish I might, I wish I may, have this wish I wish today. Uh...I wish for all the junk food I can eat... Okay, where is it? Come on, star! We have a deal here. Now listen, star! Gimme my junk food or I’ll take you to court! I demand what is...
Yes, folks, this is Flash, the roving reporter, here at the scene of what is obviously a civil disturbance. Sir, what is the problem here?
After a grueling 50-mile bike ride in record heat along the coast of San Diego, California. My hair is matted to my head, I’m sunburn, dirty and exhausted but it was a grand adventure and I got a good story from the experience.
I had just become acclimated to the fact that I was middle-aged when almost out of nowhere I began to receive unsolicited correspondence from AARP and other organizations that cater to senior citizens. Senior citizen? That’s a moniker for old people, isn’t it? I’m not old. Well, sort of not old anyway.
“Hey, Daddy.” she calls from the foot of the slide,
a tiny bit nervous and fearful inside.
With her foot on the ladder and her hand on the rail,
“Will you catch me?”, she asks, though she knows that he will.
“Hey, Daddy,” she calls as she reaches the top,
and she looks from her perch at the perilous drop.
“Can you see me? Can you hear me?”, she is eager to know,
her view of him blocked by the turns down below.
I use to think my life had no value,
All that I have learned and accomplished in music
Was of no use to anyone for anything.
My dreams were over and done,
My younger days of having fun
And riding that wave of success was finished.
I felt bankrupt, shipwrecked and done
He drew His first breath in a stable where, for generations, men had shut away the sheep, the goats, the donkeys and oxen... perhaps for centuries. And in that breath the dust of mud walls and dung floors, of sun dried hay and sun baked bricks, carried the history of his family, his tribe and his people.
His first breath was strong with the scent of the land: laced with the musky sweat of the beasts, the fetid dung, musty hay... the coppery, rusty-iron tang of his mother’s blood, and ...
Caught in between war and peace, as I walk the wire of self preservation holding onto gravity with everything in me
On one side rebellion rages like a storm, on the other obedience whispers softly like a gentle breeze calling to set me free
I am breaking to pieces as the walls of my past close in all around, my feet have only this sacred ground to call home
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A year’s gone by since last July, when we gathered with the kin,
to celebrate my father’s life and to try to honor him,
to rest his last remains up on cometary hill,
to shed a heart felt tear or two... and to listen to his will.
My sister got the china that Mom used on Chrsitmas Day.
Giving your heart to others by listening to their heart
When you grow a leader who values people you help the whole world