It's the little things

She leaned forward suddenly and looked intently at me.  "Do you have freckles??" she asked in surprise.

Bless her.

Thoughts on the cross

"If the meaning of the presence of the cross diminishes once we are saved, then being a Christian is not much different than being a Pharisee.  We are back to trying simply to be good people - or at least people who are better than most..... "The cross faces me with my sin and reminds me of the cost of my salvation.  When I think about consciously sinning, I see Christ on the cross and I have to decide if I want to go ahead and contribute to His death one more time."   - John Fischer

Home again, home again...

I've had a weekend to recover and now it's back to normal.  I fear a big piece of my heart is still in the Shenandoah Valley.  Much to think about.  Lord willing I'll be back in November.  Can't wait!!!

Ever wrestled with a calf?  Feisty little bull!

If I lived in the Shenandoah Valley...

...I would want a pony and cart.  The rain has let up and the sun is shining through the clouds this morning, so Althea hitched up her pony and we went for a ride through the country.  The air is so clear and the mountains are so pretty.  The Sierras are much more majestic than the Allegeny and Blue Ridge mountains, but I think I prefer the mountains around here better.  The hills and farm land just roll and roll and roll.  The country roads are a blast to fly down too.  <wink!>

Only one more day until we head back to the west coast.  We are going to climb up Jim’s mountain again after lunch since we will be able to see from the top this time.  Looking forward to it.