How many could you take on?

It’s been a battle for 30+ years for me to eat cereal with others.  I never had a problem sharing my toys as a kid.  However, sharing the breakfast table with family & friends was difficult to say the least.  I used to eat cereal in my bedroom in order to block out the sounds of cereal eaters.  You know, the spoon hitting the ceramic.  This is where some have difficulty controlling the scooping rhythm of the spoon.  It’s similar to a golf shot.  If you are not intentional in controlling the rhythm of your swing you are in jeopardy of driving your clubface deep into the turf.  Cling, slurp, cling, slurp are the sounds that unaware or unconcerned cereal practitioners create.  They are saying one of two things, “I had no idea that this was such a problem for you”, or “I don’t care if this is a problem for you because these Frosted Flakes are way to awesome for me to care.”
I think the worst thing about eating cereal with people is listening to them inhale and exhale while pounding their mouth with the liquid dairy and crunchy carbs!  They don’t breathe that loud when they talk so why turn up the noise when they eat?  Needless to say, I’m getting better and I’m now able to enjoy the breakfast of champions with my family.

I spent 14 hours on the lake gigging for Mackinaw with a few friends.  Thank-you to our sponsers:  Kren Outfitters, Rob Rogers, Lloyd Automotive & Cobra Kai dojo.  Lastly, I want to give a shout out to the “mack-stache” that is seen in above photo.  It was short lived.

(66 A.D.  Roman prison cell.  Dark, damp & deathly daunting.)
Inmate:  Psss, hey?  What are you doing?
Paul:  Writing a letter.
Inmate:  Who are you writing?
Paul:  Um, my son.  Not my biological son, long story.
Inmate:  Why are you writing him?
Paul:  Well, as you can see I’m in a precarious situation.  That’s why I’m writing with such eagerness.  I don’t have that much time.
Inmate:  Where are you going?
Paul:  My earthly sojourn is quickly concluding.
Inmate:  Huh, not tracking?
Paul:  They are preparing to kill me.  The sword will most likely touch my neck before this letter touches Timothy’s fingers.
Inmate:  Oh.  I’m sorry to hear that!
Paul:  Don’t be.  I’ve been working on my epitaph, ‘I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.’  What do you think?
Inmate:  Yeah, that sounds good.  Was it worth it?
Paul:  Was what worth it?
Inmate:  Whatever you did to get in here.
Paul:  (Long pause) I would do it a thousand times over!

2 Timothy 1
Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, according to the PROMISE of LIFE in Christ Jesus, to Timothy…

Thanks Diana Palmer!  You are the best photographer I’ve seen.  Are you kidding me?!

We follow His finger as He points to the birds, their nest and young. Turning towards the field of lilies He directs our attention.  The common denominator between these two acts of creation is the Creator, Jehovah Jirah.  As the journey continues, we find ourselves at the foot of cross.  The Messiah is nailed there.  The Creators finger points to you.  The cross unfolds who He is.  Jehovah Jirah is His name!  Think of it, if He can provide life for death what else can He do?  Don’t worry, the birds don’t.