Not what I make of IT, but what IT makes of me

       Some of you came because of three verses posted elsewhere. 2 Timothy 3:14, Hebrews 4:12, Isaiah 55:10-11. Living at high altitude during my teens taught me to breath deeply. The oxygen is a little short at 8,000 feet and so every athletic endeavor requires a little more breath than usual.
       The Bible is the breath of God, it's the oxygen our body needs to sustain itself, repair itself, operate and function at it's peak. A lack of oxygen cause our body to use other things to propel itself. Those other things cause the soreness we feel the next day.
       Your life and mine was meant to run on the breath of God, there are great promises in the above verses related to that. And as is often the case we can fight that truth, come up with a lot of opinions about that, but what you and I make of God's Word(Breath) will never be as important as what it will, if we let it, make of us.

Weeds and Flowers

In two days a garden tour is coming to my house. At first it was a fun thought. But as you look around to prepare and engage the work to be done, you soon realize the weeds grow faster than you can pick them, the bugs chew faster than you can kill them, and every flaw you've suppressed as unimportant, seem to be as large as any of the beauty. Moments of passivity say, just let it be what it is, and moments of compulsion cause me to mindlessly wonder picking weeds. Praise God for the flowers in life that are of his working and praise God for his grace as the temperature of life rises and so do the weeds in my life. I don't want them there, they keep coming back... an endless chore. Praise God for an eternal day when only the beauty grows. So STOP... and smell the roses...enjoy say thanks. Then grab a couple of buckthorn seedlings while your nose is close to the fragrance.