The McLains' of Texas. What a wonderful time we had with these fine folks in Fort Worth. Did I mention that these are some of our grandkids?

Darien, Kyler, Lance, and sweet Simone. Renee and Scott......proud and brave parents. Scott just returned from a short obligatory stint in Iraq....what a dude!

Thank you for your love Nina. You are simply the best! Our trip to Texas was just awesome!

I am so thankful that God has blessed me with your love and companionship. Thank you!

Perhaps I should have left out the "procrastinator" comment in my last post, for by now it is quite obvious that I do indeed have a problem. I would have to say that my lack of getting things done in a timely fashion only seems to effect me once I walk through the door after a day of work. It's as though I have another, more focused and more professional personality that takes a back seat to the real me once I put the key into the ignition and head for my refuge. Once through the door, the sense of peace that fills my home and flows into my life is what I have longed for all day. After a glass of wine, perhaps an early dinner, or forgoing that for a quick drive to the coast for some wine and a bowl of hot chowder, topped off with wonderful conversation with my Nina as the sun slowly sinks into the Pacific. Who has time for "getting things done!"

Too many blogs to blog on....and not enough to say on each one. Just a quick note to say that I am still a procrastinator....but to a lesser degree...yeh right!

Another day in blogville.....and how should I take it? Am I always going to be stuck in the mode of contemplation? Or is that the domain that allows me to free-think the best? It's as though during this past week I have been thrown into another dimension of life that I never expected to be in.....yet....I know that my fate is not in my hands. On the other hand, I know that any inaction on my part won't do a bit of good. It must be time to dig down into my deepest parts and pull up what has been lacking in my personality that allows me to be walked on at times! I know that I am not the master of my own fate....and that is the basis for my trust. Times, places, people, events...all have a purpose beyond my human comprehension. I continue to trust not in myself but in God....my comfort...my refuge....and my strength.

As I searched for God, a rushing wind blew from the heavens and across the valley below....yet God was not in the wind. I turned toward the East as the sky filled with lightning and my ears were deafened by claps of thunder....yet God was not to be found in the lightning....nor in the thunder. As I began to walk away in discouragement, I heard a whisper...faint at first..but yet ever so clear. As it grew in intensity my whole soul knew that God was here! And that the wind, and the lightning, and the thunder were only announcing his arrival!
10/14/2003

Could it be that as we contemplate our existence, our surroundings...we are launching into realms that we have been to before? I wonder how many times and how many places my mind has visited previously, each time building upon that which was built before. Dreams upon dreams....slowly becoming reality...each time being more easily manipulated into my liking. In control of my subconcious adventures...not at first...but eventually becoming the author of the stories in my sleep.

Is it possible to have an original thought? Or is everything we say, think, or write simply a variation of something done in the past?