RD//On the Road//Picture Post//Day 6-Headed Home

    Somehow the verses in my journal seem to so appropriately correspond to the day. 

Clouds are either darkness or light depending on whether you or they are closer to the source of light. 

At times the call is to go. At times to stay. But always, always, comes the call to work. 

           Sunrise over the Sierras

RD//On the Road//Picture Post//Day 5

             Raw Apple Crisp

            Dining out in RD style 

      Tried out waitressing today...

Or if your not in the mood for rice, you could try Pizza, Pasta, Mexican, and Fast Food. Anyone hungry?

         Final lecture- Choice and the Will

               Elated and exhausted

RD//On the Road//Picture Post//Day 4

Daniel 10:19 says, ...O man greatly beloved, fear not: peace be unto thee, be strong, yea, be strong. And when he had spoken unto me, I was strengthened...

  Early morning before the hustle & bustle

     Second cooking school underway

          Cooking school demo: vanilla cream and berries. 

• Easy 

• Healthy

• Yummy

 Mid afternoon exercise in the habitat of wildflowers

              "Lettuce" relish salad

          Hydro in a hospital hallway

                     Happy clean up 

RD//On the Road//Picture Post//Day 3

Often our Heavenly Father places something in our path. A smile, a need, a friend, a verse, a call, a flower. Today, all of the above, but foremost a verse.

05:38 a.m. 

_Daniel 9:22 ...I am now come forth to give thee skill and understanding. 

No perplexity burdens Him

No trouble worries Him

No question stumps Him

No problem stymies Him

No delay keeps Him behind

And no work surpasses His ability. 

He has skill and is understanding. Though we have neither, as long as we have Him, what will we lack?

           My view from registration

                 Fresh start

   New home- cooking school prep

           Salad bar at lunch

               Diabetic ed

  Animated cooking school co-presenter

We have seen the Lord's blessing this day, but covet still your prayers. Two more days of program to go. 

RD//On the Road//Picture Post//Day 2

        Printed: before Sabbath. Amen. 

       Pre-hike. Friendship. Fellowship

                Cape Lookout Trail

      Could we with ink the ocean fill...

Unexpected Enoch time. God is so good. 

      Blessed. Refreshed. Eager. 

RD//On the Road//Picture Post//Day 1

         On the wings of the morning. 

                         Arrival

                  The new mascot

    Room arranging...then rearranging...

     

                  The hospital lobby

Happy. Tired. Blessed. Weary. Thankful. 

86,400 Seconds to say Thanks

Have you ever played the game 20 questions? It’s where someone thinks of a “thing” such as a Bible character, and then everyone else can make 20 guesses to determine what that “thing” is. 

Ok. Ready? …(My guess is that this will be more like twenty clues and not 20 questions, but anyways, here it goes.) 

So I’m thinking of a certain type of medicine. It has no negative side effects, but it is somewhat contagious. It affects not only the people who take it, but also everybody else around them. Studies indicate that it extends life expectancy for older adults. Beyond that, it improves the quality of life without requiring a change of any outward circumstances. It’s unique as a medication, because the more you take it, the more you will take. Now what could be better than that? For one thing, it’s free. And it doesn’t require a dose of decadent dishes on November 27. 

A merry (rejoicing) heart is good like a medicine: but a broken spirit dries the bones. Proverbs 17:22. 

Gratitude. It’s free. It’s contagious. It’s good for your health. But it takes a choice.

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a package and not giving it. ~William Arthur Ward

God has given us 46,800 seconds today.

Have we used one of those seconds yet to say thank You?

Photo Credit: Kristen Pool

A Compass, a Question, and an Amazing God

      Fresh, clean, quiet. There are few times in a week I relish more than Friday night. The tide of the week has receded. Little pools alone remain as it were, calm and still. The light of day softens to gold, gilding the evening as if in welcome. 

We sit, usually. Absorbed in something of study, or thought, or just in the picture out the window. And then it happens. Someone looks up. It could be any of us. We all know the routine. But we all love it, and somebody has to start it. 

Shall we talk about what we’re thankful for? 

And thus ensues the evening. 

Sometimes when discouragement or weariness threatens, we widen the mold. Friday night, Sunday night, Tuesday morning, it doesn’t matter. What are you thankful for?

It’s a kind of calibration system, a compass for where we’re at. Disappointments and trials may come, but thanksgiving notwithstanding acknowledges that we have received good at the hand of God. That we receive, and God gives. 

And His giving is good. For that is the way He is. 

Because Thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise Thee. Thus I will bless Thee while I live. Psalm 63:3-4

The reality that God is, (that merciful, gracious, righteous, is He, and that He is real), is enough to supply the fund of our praise. 

Take out your compass. Maybe it’s dusty. Maybe it’s had recent use, but regardless, it bares a loaded question. Loaded that is, with health-giving, life-giving, blessing:

What are you thankful for?