Something occurred to me this morning. For those of you who know me well, anything that happens in the morning is fraught with potential danger.

My hair is cut just like Diane Sawyer! Isn't that the coolest thing?

My question is why my hair never looks like hers. Any ideas?

Since I was 5

I was 5 years old when I modeled a faux leather mini-skirt for what was then called Christian Women's Club. Ever since then I've thought it would be the coolest thing to speak for one of their meetings. I was on the board of the evening club in Lincoln for several years, but never said anything to anyone.

This spring one of the driving forces for what is now called Stonecroft Ministries went home to be with Jesus. At the marvelous celebration of her life I was reminded again what a privilege it would be to speak for a meeting. Within a week I ran into a lovely lady named Jerilyn. She has also been a part of this group for years. I mentioned to her that I had considered speaking and she said, "I think you'd be great! Let's plan on it."

Next thing I know I'm scheduled to present at their December meetings, usually their highest attended meeting of the year. Not just for the evening group I was familiar with, but for 4 groups in Lincoln and 1 in a neighboring city.

Here's my schedule: October, finish writing. I will speak for about 20 minutes. That's not a long time. Needs to be engaging and have a clear Gospel presentation. November I practice, practice, practice. December I speak on the 3, 4, 5 and 11th. What I'd appreciate from you, my dear blog friends, is your support in prayer.

"Pray for me, too. Ask God to give me the right words so I can boldly explain God's mysterious plan that the Good News is for Jews and Gentiles alike." Ephesians 6:19

How'd that happen?

I was talking with Miranda (our middle daughter, Easton's mom) on the phone when a little voice in the background grew louder and more insistent, about what it's hard to say. When you're only 1 you don't have a lot of words to choose from. Finally she handed Easton the phone. He said, "Hi!" like he'd been saying it all his life. It was so funny and startled his mother so much that she clapped. This scared poor baby Easton and he cried. That was the end of our conversation. But it was a good one!

Cheeseheads and Huskers

My darling sister Kathleen decided that Easton needed a Packers outfit for his first birthday. He liked it very much and is anxious to wear it. This will be his 3rd or 4th team outfit. I'm concerned that we're confusing the poor child.

He was born on a Husker game day, first game of the season in 2006. He has several Huskers uniforms, a Cubs outfit, Rockies, and now Cheeseheads. Where will his loyalties lie? Can we really determine these things for him? Is this like trying to pick a spouse for your child? What's a grandmother to do?

Terrifying Truth

"All of these songs are about a paucity of truth. At first they may seem to be about other things, but that is just a reflection of how much dishonesty we have accepted in our daily lives. We are raised from birth to believe things that cannot be proven or that are plainly not true. People will often brag of their honesty, when there is so much they have simply chosen to ignore or leave unexamined.

"The fact is, we are terrified of the truth."

Liner notes from Todd Rundgren's album LIARS

Anxious to hear your responses.

Necessities of Life

Purses and cell phones. Should be able to test these necessities for a few days before making a commitment. After all with the price of phones and some purses, your are practically making life commitment, or at least 2 years depending on your cellular service agreement.

Soooooo cute!

It was our privilege to host our grandson Easton overnight on his first birthday. He keeps us busy and laughing all the time. His greatgrandma Jean got him a walk behind toy that he likes very much. It goes a little fast sometimes and he ends up face planted on the floor, but he's getting the hang of it. He can steer it well enough to run over whichever dog is in his way, so that's always fun.

Today, Easton decided he was going to contribute to the work of the house by letting the dogs outside. He crawled to where the leashes are kept, handed them to grandpa Jeff, and then tried to help put them on the dogs. He then tried to help open the door and waited patiently while the dogs went outside. It was amazing! No doubt he watches everything we do, and he clearly knew what he was trying to accomplish. So precious.