Today, as I write these words, we should be returning to the USA from a trip to Greece and Turkey which followed the travels of the apostles Paul and John.
Then we would drive back across the border to Ontario, Canada, where we should have been since May 14, to begin a meeting at Jordan. Then a VBS at Wellandport. And on to South River for another meeting.
Instead, we’re in Polson, Montana. Looking out at the scenic Mission Mountains and Flathead Lake.
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When we were looking for a home in the Kansas City area last Spring, one of the things we wanted was trees on our property. We told the Realtor, “Don’t even show us anything that doesn’t have trees.” And we were blessed to find a home that we liked in Lee’s Summit that has trees. Lots of trees.
The other day I was mowing the yard and ranking leaves. Norma Jean came out and commented about the amount of leaves as she surveyed my freshly mowed yard being sprinkling with more falling leaves. I chuckled, looked at her and said, “Well, if you’re gonna have trees, you’ve gotta rake leaves.” Pretty profound, eh? Continue reading