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The blood moon. Photo by Andrew Brister . When I look at the moon I see me. Strange?  Think about it: the moon reflects the brightness (glory) of the sun. I reflect the glory of Christ, the Son of God. I considered all this the other night when we were able to watch the moon become a “blood moon”. It ever so slowly lost its brightness. It was covered in a redness that was very much like blood. Then, the corona came back and soon its full illumination was restored. I found it mesmerizing. As I was sharing with a friend the next day I realized how, once again, God provided His own witness to the world about the sacrifice His Son made for us. Once again He used His creation to show us the need we have for Him in our lives. How sin creeps into our lives and darkens our souls. How we lose our shine. Our newness. But then, ever so gently, He brings light – Truth – into our lives. As His Son showed us the Truth and we accept the Truth that God loves us. God wants to

My niece posted this great image to Facebook. My bigs are still sleeping but this little tornado of trouble has already been up for an hour hammering, measuring, drawing, and figuring out life. As I read the comments one person said "Isn't it fun watching them work / play by themselves." It reminded me of Zephaniah 3:17 "The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." Reflection I remember times I was able to quietly watch my children at play or work or even at rest. The joy it gave me to be in their presence without their unawareness is a little hard to describe. Then I consider "The Lord your God in your midst  ..." not IS in your midst. But already there, in your midst and we are going through our day "figuring out life". To think. As I fumble, rumble and grumble through my life, my Lord,

Am I being melodramatic? You be the judge. After 22 years I told my company I was no longer going to work for them. Slim Pickens in "Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb" I felt like Slim Pickens in "Dr. Strangelove" riding the nuclear bomb. The fallout is just now starting to take hold and I've shaken some of my co-workers lives to the very core, I fear. Well, it had to happen. Scott sent me a link to a story that featured Muhammad Ali's wife and the dedication and devotion she has for him. I guess Scott sees me as lovingly devoted to him as she is.  (Those are tall shoes to fill, Scott, but by God's grace ...) It was quite a story! That story caused me to reflect on how poorly I'm taking care of myself. How could I possibly face down Parkinson's Disease if I don't take time to care for myself? How can I support us with proper nutrition if I haven't the time to even grocery shop - much l