Just some early morning thoughts from me to you…

“Since you became alive again, so to speak, when Christ arose from the dead, now set your sights on the rich treasures and joys of heaven where he sits beside God in the place of honor and power.  Let heaven fill your thoughts; don’t spend your time worrying about things down here.”
Colossians 3: 1-2 (TLB)

God blessed us with yet another portion of grace recently, when our elder granddaughter, Hannah, asked if the three of us—her, Mimi and Gran—could go to the North Carolina mountains for a while.

Consistent with our usual course of behavior when one of our granddaughters asks us to do, or help with something—here we are.

It helps with perspective.

It’s only because the people we see in town walking into stores are wearing face masks that we realize the coronavirus is still amongst us.

Because, other than our occasional ventures into town, we’ve played Clue, watched West Wing, Psych, read on the porch, and taken walks—one of us also jogged a bit—on the roads meandering through the mountain woods.

No television or other sources of media to stir us up with Covid19 reports, or with the latest critiques, criticisms and acting out by our politicians. No reports on when, if ever, sports at any level will return. None of the latest reports and spin on protests, crime, or the importance of this next election.

And you know what—we have been blessed. The three of us, just being with each other, and our precious rescue dog Tulip, under the watchful eye of the God who loves us and is over all.


My niece posted an article recently reminding us of the journey of my bride’s parents through life. Lynda’s Dad was born in 1904, and her Mom was born in 1905. They have since changed addresses, when they stepped into Heaven in 1985 and 1999, respectively.

During their lifetimes they experienced World War I, the Spanish Flu epidemic, the Great Depression, then World War II and the Holocaust darkened the world, followed by the Korean War, the Cuban Missile Crisis during the Cold War, and the Vietnam War.

And they raised four children, embraced nine grandchildren and eighteen great-grandchildren, and helped thousands of other “children of all ages” in the world around them.

How? Perspective.

A perspective focused on the things above.

A perspective that trusted God to get them through all they faced.

A perspective that reminded them of what God called them to do to have an impact in the world around them, no matter what they faced, the uncertainty each day brought, or what seemed to be spinning out of control in their lives, our nation and around the world at any given moment.

A perspective maybe for us to embrace, realizing that God will see us through this, and whatever else we will face in life.

Now, who wants to go for a walk in the mountains?

God’s going, too.

In His Name–Scott