Good Old Memories...

...was my mom's favorite phrase these last few years, so that's what I'm calling this video of her life.

It's by no means complete, but it's not the worst thing I could have done.

Ultra Piano-book Wipes

My youngest daughter - who started piano lessons last week - showed me a "book" that she made to represent her ultimate invention: Ultimate Piano-book Wipes.

"It's toilet paper that looks like a piano book," she explained.

"Hmmm," I said, "Is that so you can study piano while you're going potty?"

"Yeah!" (giggle giggle)

I'm glad she's taking her music study seriously.

It's a small world, after all...

Yesterday morning after our first church service an older gentleman introduced himself to me. He had seen my mom's obituary, and told me he worked for Pioneer Seed Corn during World War Two--and his boss was Red Lewis.

He wondered if my dad was the same Red Lewis that he worked for sixty-five years ago. Turns out it was. Like many of my Dad's old acquaintances, he had no idea his name was Charles. He remembers my folks being good friends with his Uncle "Casey" and Aunt Berniece. (I, for the first time, found out that Casey's name was Lance.)

So what's this have to do with anything?

Not much, I suppose...

...except it points to the way we're all connected more than we realize. What I do--and, of more fundamental importance, who I am--matters.

Same goes for you, too. How do you want your mom, or husband, or kids treated? Well? How are you treating me and mine?

Again, to up the fundamental importance aspect: How has God treated you? Are you loved much? Or forgiven little? What does your life say about the way you understand mercy and grace and truth?

These aren't questions that have quick or simple answers for most of us. They do, however, reward the one who seeks them.