If he’s good enough for Richie and Opie….

Well, that settles it!

If Andy and Opie Taylor and Richie and the Fonz are all voting for Obama, I guess I should too.

Well, maybe I’ll wait to see who My Favorite Martian supports.

Verse of the day

This verse jumped out at me this evening while reading the Bible:

Romans 12:12

“Be glad for all God is planning for you. Be patient in trouble, and always be prayful.”

Patience is something I’ve been lacking lately.

I’m Burned Out on Politics

The other day I was having a heated political debate with a friend over IM.  I think I won, but then again, I’m sure my friend would disagree with that too!

As I was driving home that day, I was thinking of our discussions and pondering the economic news of the day and its potential negative impact on my present situation, and started getting a little depressed about things.

That’s when, all of the sudden, a hymn that I hadn’t heard in many, many years popped into my head:

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand

No matter what one’s religious viewpoints are, I think most will agree that Government, Republicans and Democrats alike, are nothing more than sinking sand.  They all say they have the answers, but really they don’t.

We dare not trust the Government or a political party with our hope for the future.  Our hope must be built on solid families, relationships, and yes, faith.

So, although I have a preference, in the end it does not matter who wins the election  It’s all just sinking sand.

Dinnertime in Marengo

When I got home from work last night, Becky was eager to share with me a piece of video she shot in our backyard.  This is by far the coolest wildlife sighting we’ve had in our yard.

We have an old straw bale in the back that we think is making an excellent home for field mice.  Now that the hawk has had such luck here, we hope he’ll be back.  It looks to me like he made his first kill, and before he starts eating it, he catches another mouse and ends up eating that one first.  Better in his stomach than my basement, I think.

When dinner is over, you get a very brief view of just how large of a wing span this creature has.  I think his departure freaked Becky and Haley out just a little bit, as he flies straight toward them.