This ought to be on YouTube!

So you probably think I am obsessed with my grandson. Well, you'd be right!

Who can you trust?

I remembered this lyric this morning as I was pondering the craziness of what God has done or allowed lately. I wrote it years ago but it keeps coming back to mind, especially when I am upset with God.

Do you trust me?
Do you believe that I love you?
Do you trust me?
Do you believe that in all things
I'm bringing about what is best for you?
Do you trust me?
Do you trust me?

So do I? There is no one else I know worthy of trust.

Just about how I feel right now - a la Jackson

Where would we go?

As I have been struggling with God over tragedy he has brought to mind a couple things. Being totally honest, I am not really happy with where I am in my faith walk sometimes or even with God's answers. I want to be "in the know," and obviously, that is not going to happen. First, is the disciple, Peter, who responds after Jesus asks if they, his disciples, will leave him; "Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life" (Jn 6:68). For me as well, he is the only option. And second is God's response to Job, after he has been pushed beyond what would be conceivably bearable and is questioning God's reasoning; "Where were you when I laid the earth's foundations?" (Job 38:4). I've never liked that book very much.

What is God doing?

The honest answer, I don't know. Why does he cause or allow tragedy? Don't even want to begin to go there! Where was he last Sunday when six of his missionaries were in an auto accident that killed three of them (including little Isaac, 17 months) and left the other three in critical condition? I know the "party line" answer. He was there all along, but that is really hard to believe at times like this. One thing I have to say, though, and in this is the paradox; he is definitely pouring out his love and care on the families now. Deänne and I will be visiting the Amavisca and Sward families this evening, once again. It is our joy and honor to do so. Pray for them! Make every minute one filled with obedience and love.

Where DOES the time go?

Here is a little poem for February 1st

Where does the time go when it goes by me?
Does it make its home with God
Gone for eternity?

Where does the time go, seconds ticking by?
I have no time to say "hello"
Much less to wave goodbye.

What is its hurry? Does it have to go?
It seems it pass so very quick
And I, so very slow.

I'll make a vow to hold each moment fast
And make the most of every one
The first until the last.

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