Found, Changed and Rearranged

Apple Picking

We went apple picking on Saturday. It took all of 10 minutes to pick apples. Had we picked any longer, we'd end up with more apples than we'd know what to do with. The kids enjoyed the corn maze, hay ride, and donuts with cider. They did not care to see the "smelly animals" up close.

 

Clifford

My oldest is in Kindergarden and is just developing his reading and spelling skills. Last week he brought home a picture of Clifford The Big Red Dog. He was so proud of how he sounded out and spelled Clifford's name. So cute!

I distinctly remember spelling "of" as "uv" in 2nd grade, so this is pretty good for my offspring.

When I'm 95

For some, living to 95 seems a ridiculous thought, but I have longevity genes, so it is a very real possibility for me.

This is my Nana.  She's 95. My other grandma lived to 90 and her Mom, my great-grandma lived to 101. So, when I think about how long I'll live, I always imagine it to be at least 100.

I read somewhere that a group of 95 year old men and women were surveyed and asked, "If you had to do it all over again, what would you do differently?"

Their responses were consistent:

• SLOW DOWN. Enjoy special moments. Don't work so fast and feverishly.
• RISK MORE. You can't pick the fruit unless you're out on a limb.
• DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE THAT WOULD LAST LONG AFTER I AM GONE.

All good points, but the last one has left me thinking most. After my experience at D.R.A.F.T. this weekend, I'm certain the lasting difference will not be some grand gesture, but through personal relationships.

Making Ripples

That's the title of a quick little book I read this weekend by Mike Breaux. The premise is that even the small things we do can make an eternal difference in someone's life.  We just need to do it.  Do what?  Who knows, but it all starts with listening for God. When we do that, He will lead us to do good, kind, right, honest and corageous things at every turn.