Thursday, June 5, 2008

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust."
Psalm 91 verse 1 & 2

Wednesday, June 4, 2008



If I could have worn any hat today this would have been it. This is my tea party hat. The one I like to wear when I'm feeling extra silly and very girly however, this wasn't the hat I got to wear. Today I had to wear six different hats and all of them required me to go in different directions. You're probably wondering where I'm going with all this so I'll just get to the point.
At work I have somehow become the only person who can put together a spread sheet. Not an area that I'm gifted in and yet there I am creating spread sheets and putting golf 4-somes together and rearranging 4-somes because this golfer doesn't want to golf with that golfer. Every 5 minutes someone asked me "Who's paid? Who wasn't paid? Did so and so pay?" The answer is "I DON"T KNOW TO ALL OF THOSE QUESTIONS!!!!" I AM NOT A GIRL WHO MAKES LISTS AND COORDINATES GOLFERS AND I DON'T CARE WHO'S PAID AND WHO HASN'T!!!" I'm simply the graphics girl who is unable to get her program completed and her posters finished because I'm forever being told to change that dumb list!!!!!
Both my friend Fiffers and my sweet hubby have reminded me that I am after all the "go to girl." Can't I just be the girl who designs cute things all day long? That's really what I want to do "specialize in cute!"

So, tomorrow is our Golf Tournament and when we get back to work I will begin training other people to do spread sheets, create fliers and whatever else needs to be done so I DON"T GET STUCK WEARING ALL THESE HATS!!!

How deep the Father’s love for us,
how vast beyond all measure
that He should give His only Son
to make a wretch His treasure.
How great the pain of searing loss.
The Father turns His face away
as wounds which mar the Chosen One
bring many sons to glory.

Behold the Man upon the cross,
my sin upon His shoulders.
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
call out among the scoffers.
It was my sin that held Him there
until it was accomplished;
His dying breath has brought me life.
I know that it is finished.

I will not boast in anything:
no gifts, no pow’r, no wisdom.
But I will boast in Jesus Christ:
His death and resurrection.
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer.
But this I know with all my heart:
His wounds have paid my ransom.

Lyrics: Stuart Townsend

Tuesday, June 3, 2008




Last Saturday after visiting Long Beach we drove across the St. Thomas Bridge and meandered about Point Fermin where the Angels Gate Light House stands. This is one of my favorite places in the world.

Growing up in Torrence my family took weekend drives around the coastline. We couldn't wait to stop and visit with the "Peanut Lady" who always had fresh roasted peanuts and salt water taffy to sell. Then we would continue down the winding road in our 65 Mustang until we came to the park near the edge of the cliffs.
If I were to say that I remember any of those weekend drives I would be telling tales since they are only lingering impressions in my memory but, every time I drive there I'm reminded of the little girl who loved to explore the edges of the sea.

This particular weekend it was the hubby, the puppies, and me. Usually the sky is overcast and there's a strong chilly wind but, today it was warm and the sun was shining brightly. The pelicans were soaring along the cliffs edge and we could even hear the seals off in the distance.
While the puppies were investigating the flower beds a guy selling ice cream came by so we indulged in some delicious ice cream sandwiches.
Of course hubby brought his planes out to play and soon found himself in trouble with the local law enforcement for climbing over the concrete wall. It was placed there because of the drop off and shifting soil due to the fact that the area is extremely unstable. Do the R.C. guys care? No! They have to be there in case they have to retrieve their plane.
Something that I do remember from my childhood is that the concrete wall wasn't always there. My dad used to love to play tricks on us kids by pretending to slip over the edge. We would all be screaming while imagining our dad laying there on the rocks below. When he finally poked his head up my mother would become so angry with him. Such fond memories of childhood :).
So, it was a relaxing peaceful day but, like all good tales it had to come to an end. We packed up our truck and headed home.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Think of all the magnificent powers God has put into these lives of ours. He has given us minds to think, to reason, to imagine, to roam amid the stars, to wander into the very borders of infinity, to climb the golden stairs of faith even into the midst of heaven's brightness. He has given us hearts to feel, to suffer, to rejoice, to love. He has put into our beings the possibilities of the noblest achievements and the loftiest attainments. Oh, what a shame it is to be a child of God, to become like the Son of God, yet to be content with a poor earthly life and to live without reaching up toward God and heaven!

J.R. Miller 1840-1912