The chattering increased. Then we spied him, a brown squirrel, quite small, tail just a-twitchin’. He was perched on a branch, and boy, was he mad. Clearly, he did not like us being in his territory. Madder’n a wet hen, is what I thought. The closer I inched, the noisier the chattering got, until he scampered off.
The more I thought about it, and all its possibilities and ramifications, the worse it seemed to get. A molehill was becoming a mountain, and all in my mind. A trickle can do that. If it continues, it may turn into a stream, and then a brook, and then maybe a river. Before you know it, you’re dealing with an ocean of unchecked thoughts.
Bird’s Eye View – Yesterday, when I parked at the lot on my way into the grocery store, I looked up at the extraordinary blue. What a day. One of those chamber-of-commerce afternoons where the spring green of the trees met the deep clear sundrenched sky.
Just How Independent Are You? When author and sociologist Tony Campolo was little, walking to school by himself was not a wise option. Who knew what might happen to a young boy? Tony’s mother paid a neighbor girl, Harriet, five cents a day to make sure he arrived and returned safely.
Favorite Hymns from GCFL.net
The Dentist’s hymn: Crown Him with Many Crowns
The Weatherman’s hymn: There Shall Be Showers of Blessings
The Contractor’s hymn: The Church’s One Foundation
The Tailor’s Hymn: Holy, Holy, Holy
The Golfer’s Hymn: There Is a Green Hill Far Away
The Politician’s Hymn: Standing on the Promise
