Sunday, July 31, 2011

"The Heart Of The Matter"

I'm not sure I can really measure what the distance
was between here for a little while longer, or home
at the feet of the Savior.

If I were to guess, I would say that it wasn't all that
close given that it is only by His grace that I am
the remaining mist in this space and time He created.

I would say for sure that I never had a thought
that my life was ending... only the regret that living
so foolishly may have cut short the work He certainly
can carry on without me.

So what then does it matter? What significance do
I place on lying precariously in the hands of Jesus
hoping that a mending of my heart will allow me
more undeserved years on this earth?

And the only conclusion I can come up with that
makes all the difference to me is this: every second
of my day, ever day, I should and will be thankful
that is where my mending heart is, in the loving
arms of one who swallowed up death in victory
by paying for my debt with His very life.

It certainly is time to unleash it all to Him...
holding nothing back. For what really can
I hold back?

It's what I've always known... and what now
I am willing to give.

Some may question it...
but I'm the one with the stent in my heart that proves it to me.

“Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

1 Corinthians 15:55-57 NIV

Monday, July 25, 2011

"19 Inches Gone"

Today, our 19 inch, 1996 made, RCA television
finally gave up the fight to bring forth to the
viewing audience whatever the viewer desired
to waste time watching.

On, off, unplug.


15 years.

In fact, it was bought before there was a
united Trimble couple.

And to think, for the first few years of our
marriage, that's all we used to watch
programing on.


Tonight, the 19 incher sits at the curb
waiting for it's mid day ride to its final
resting spot. (unless of course some one
special drives buy and decides to see
if they can breath another life into it.)

Not sad. Nope not really.

... Now I'm sitting here trying to make
some great leap from this not-so-sad
tale, to something overwhelming profound.

And well, I ain't got nothin'!

Sometimes, a TV is just that, a TV.
Sometimes, there is no "hidden" message,
no "other" meaning...

Sometimes, it really is, "what it is".

I wonder how often I over analyze happenings
in my life and try to give them "turning the corner"
status, when merely, they are just events that
take place and have no real life-changing meaning
to them.

OR, maybe I'm too naive to see what each event
is really pointing me towards, and fail to
recognize where a I need to change my thought

I can't really say for sure... not at this moment.

I think I'll go watch some TV now on the replacement
for the 19 incher.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

"4 Leafin'"

According to several sources: Odds of finding a four-leaf clover on first try: 10,000 to 1

Thursday, July 7, 2011

"What's In A Name?"

Ask him what his name is, and until a few days ago,
he'd tell you that it was "me".

Oh, not that he thought it was "me"; oh no.
He's just thinks he's the funniest of all
2 year olds, past... present... future.

Ask him what his oldest brother's name is,
he'll tell you it's "Zane". It's not "Zane".
In fact, "Zane" isn't even close to Noah
in any way, shape or form.

We believe that after someone, (blame the
, used the word "insane" to describe
each of the children one to many
times... and apparently the oldest more
than the others... the 2 year old just
decided that Noah was insane... or
should I say "Zane."

He's coming around; says Noah more
often... unless of course he's in dire
need for a laugh. Remember, he's
the king of comedy in his little brain.