ARE WE THERE YET?

I've been told it's been a whole month (and a day) since I've done anything here. The question is .... does that mean i've seen nothing and learned nothing? That would be sad indeed. I have seen things ... there's a few pics posted below. I've learned a few things too (whew!)

Yesterday walking with Glyn and the kids to and through Battlefield Park. ARE WE THERE YET? I'm not quite sure how many times that phrase was uttered ... but it was greater than 15 and less than a million.

It's a phrase I've uttered on numerous occasions when in conversation with God. I sometimes get impatient with the journey. I'd like to arrive at the various destination spots along the way a little more quickly. I've learned though ... sometimes if I'm all impatient to "get there" I can miss some pretty impressive stuff along the way. I wonder if He gets tired of hearing the question?

SOME PICS FROM RECENT RAMBLINGS

Tyana, Glyn Jr & James @ Battlefield

Milkweed

Woodpecker @ RBG Arboretum

Dundas Rail Trail

Pelee & Long Point

I think I LOVE my new camera!

Fun times were had with the family.

Lots of food was consumed.

Smores were created over and eaten 'round the campfire.

Beautiful weather and lots of big waves on the Lake.

All in all two thumbs up!

Monarchs hangin' at Long Point

Monarch soaking up sun at Point Pelee

Part of the Point Pelee Marsh Trail

Part of the Point Pelee Marsh Trail

The Calvinator - lovin' this whole off the leash thing!

GLEE

There are a couple of reasons for the GLEEFULNESS:

My brother KEN is home for about 3.3 days.

He's been on a work contract in Qatar for 2 years.

He had to go to the home office in Calgary for a bit,

and a few days with family here for a bit.

The family is running to my aunt & uncle's cottage at Long Point.

I am the proud owner of a NIKON D40

I'll be playing with it a fair bit over the cottage days.
We're going to make a run to Point Pelee.
Hopefully the Monarchs will cooperate
and already be gathering for their migration to Mexico.

HAPPY THINGS

Because Patti is a little weary of all the unhappiness
being spread about out there!

Here are some shots from BGT's annual

McQuesten Park Festival.
It's the PARTY we throw for our community.

'Cause you really can't go wrong with face painting,

jumpers & bunnies to pet!

SQUARE ONE

"Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom. What's more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it's the same as receiving me." (Mark 18:2 – 5 MSG)

We had the annual Potma Family Reunion this past Saturday. Fun times … if you’re a kid that likes mud, like Justin. From the top of his head … to the tips of his toes … MUD! While the adults huddled under the protection of the picnic area roofs … hands wrapped around styrofoam cups of java … wishing the clouds would break and the sun would come out … Justin went about … having fun. Can ya hear his “vroom vroom” ? Nothing fazed him. Now the adults still managed to have their laughs and have their fun … but we didn’t embrace it in the same way some of the little ones did.

I need to learn to be more like Justin in the spiritual realm too. Sometimes the clouds come, open up and rain on my parade … the question is how do I respond to the rain? I need to go out and find some bright yellow rubber boots and matching rain slicker … I think that would help!

MY BACK YARD FRIENDS

a little while later his mate showed up

for her turn at the sunflower seeds

EVERY BREATH

Lord I give You my heart,
Lord I give You my soul,
I live for You alone.
Every breath that I take,
Every moment I'm awake,
Lord have Your way in me
1995, Reuben Morgan, Hillsongs


They are powerful words
I watched a man live that
To his very last breath

Diagnosed in April with brain & lung cancer. Through the past three months there was no raging. There was peace, there was assurance that every day of his life was in God's hands. There was hope that in the midst of it all, the estranged relationship with his brothers would be restored. And there was joy in the realization of that hope this past week.

On Monday, Dwaine Veysey closed his eyes.
On Tuesday, he took his last breath ...
opened his eyes and saw Jesus.

It was a privelege to be there.
It was an honour to know him.
I'm going to miss him.