I’d like to share one final, “London 2014” post of our recent trip while some moments are still fresh on my mind.
Many you have commented back to me your appreciation for sharing these thoughts from “across the Pond” as well as including some of our pictures – it has been my privilege.
The lyrics and melody came out of nowhere and took me by surprise on a retro journey to the mid-1960’s and the classic film, The Sound of Music.
We recently were in the UK for over a week on vacation as we spent time with our daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren as they recently moved to rub elbows with the Queen given a temporary work relocation.
It was a blessing to unplug from the day to day and take in the sights and sounds of a new culture.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Psalms 91:1-2 (NIV) Photo Courtesy of Bruce R. Cross on Location in Windsor
Words to a writer are like paint is to an artist, waiting to be applied to an invisible yet real canvas tucked away in the world of ideas and thoughts.
At times the words flow freely like water cascading from a waterfall, making their way downstream and reaching their intended destination – hopefully influencing the hearts and minds of those who read them.
It’s time to muddy the waters.
It’s time to arrest that which has been hidden.
It’s time to grab the padlock, insert the key, and release what has been locked away behind closed doors.
Today is America’s 238th birthday! From the days when America was a dream in the hearts of the founders until today, much has changed.
Despite the changes, we live freely in the greatest country in the world.
We will gather today for picnics, parades, time with family, cookouts, and of course, fireworks displays.
Do the names Francis Lightfoot Lee, Josiah Bartlett, or Abraham Clark ring a bell with you? How about Button Gwinnett, William Paca, or James Smith? Let’s steer to the more recognizable names – John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, John Hancock, and Thomas Jefferson. Finally, some familiar territory in the name game! These men, in addition to […]
It’s been almost thirteen years since my father’s passing. During his illness time moved slowly in some respects and swiftly in others like they were experienced dance partners. The strong man I once knew was diagnosed with stomach cancer in February, 2001 only to be ravaged and weakened to the point of surrender immediately prior […]
Photo Courtesy of Bruce R. Cross
I love thunderstorms. Although it might not be the smartest thing to do, I love to stand on my deck and gaze into the world above when a thunderstorm is brewing.
There is something inside of me which shouts “awesome!” when the sky darkens as the clouds are being stirred in a caldron of odd shapes and sizes as they move across the meteorological canvass overhead.