Fill the Bucket: Nutty Oaks

March 2, 2015

"A might oak was once a little nut that stood its ground." That quote says quite a bit, and not just to someone like me who has to get a ladder to reach, well, basically everything.  It's inspiring to remember that no matter our size, our strength can outperform our size. But what does it mean to stand our ground in today's world of high-dollar, fast-paced marketing slogans and ad campaigns, a world where liking others' posts and pictures is plentiful but investing in others as people is scarce? It means recognizing that we are a small part of something greater, and that...

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Fill the Bucket: TRUE love

February 8, 2015

I've looked and looked and looked again.  I've looked in 66 different books from one Source and then in a dozen or so other books, and I can't find it.  I've looked at the patterns and habits and communication in countless different couples I admire, and I can't find it anywhere. I simply can't find any evidence that a relationship that is based on what is glorified and glamorized in 50 Shades of Grey is the kind of relationship that stands the test of time. The kind of relationship where one person puts the other first so that you're both first but neither one...

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A Crumb-y, Salty Lesson

January 26, 2015

  The moment they came out of the oven, I knew.  The way your dog can tell if you are sad, the way a best friend just knows that you need a good laugh because something is just off, I just knew. I had completely botched the cookies.       It's a hard thing to do, actually:  botching something you could do while sleepwalking ...

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Dr. King and Mr. Kyle’s King

January 19, 2015

"I have decided to stick with love.  Hate is too great a burden to bear."  Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Today is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.  Kids all over the country are out of school, having play dates they wish they could have every day, most of them thinking very little about the history of segregation or the periodically deepening and then healing chasms of race relations in our country's history.  But many of us grown-ups spend time thinking those thoughts, wondering how to make things right (or at least vastly better), being inspired by Dr. King's example. We teach our...

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January 14, 2015

Sometimes our hearts cry out for the reminder of Whose we are and Whom we were made to serve.  Sometimes that comes when we face big decisions, sometimes small.  But as St. Augustine rightly said once, "Our hearts are restless until they find rest in Thee," and perhaps the beautiful words and familiar melody of this classic hymn - one of the oldest and most beloved in history - will take you to that place of rest in Him today. Godspeed.  [If the video does not show immediately below these words, please click here.] [embed][/embed] [Editor's note:  you'll see a website listed at...

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Living La Vida Make-believe-a

January 13, 2015

If we're honest with ourselves, we're all just making our way through this thing called life playing make-believe.  (Points to you if you just picked up the Prince song reference without even thinking about it.  Double points if you also picked up on the early 1960s love song reference.) Make-believe is awesome when you're a seven-year-old kid pretending to be a homeboy (while your mama is doubled over laughing) ...

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Thanks A Lot, Barnabus.

January 12, 2015

Barnabus, our black cat, thinks of himself as a Black Panther Ninja, prowling from one place to another before leaping to impossible heights to protect himself and our family from nefarious would-be assassins such as (a) anything on the mantle (b) anything else on the mantle that he didn't get the first time (c) my favorite red Santa statue. He broke that favorite Santa statue of mine this Christmas season, and clearly he lacks the mental capacity to appreciate that I did not shoot him for that since he just went on the attack a couple of days ago and broke one of...

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Amelia’s Birthday Lesson on Matter

December 19, 2014

Today is Amelia's birthday.  She would be eleven years old. I wonder what she would look like. I wonder if her laugh would still sound the same. I wonder if her eyes would still twinkle the way they did when I last looked into them. I wonder if her skin would still have that Heaven-sent smell it had before she was really sick. I wonder if she would still hate baths. I wonder if she would still find comfort in the song I wrote for her. I wonder if she would still smile over Dr. Seuss books even though she'd be too old for them.  (Is it...

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