We've had a great week with family and friends, a great day today in worship, and a lovely Sunday afternoon to begin a new week...

The week began with a visit from my inlaws. They drove down from Ft. Worth on Monday and stayed until Thursday, joining in many of our regular activities and then throwing in some of their own, like a birthday card (complete with money) for ALL of the kids and grandkids--no matter when their birthdays are!

The day they left, we were honored with a visit from brand-new friends that we've previously known only through their blogs. Fletch and Kendra stayed in San Antonio through the weekend and worshiped with us this morning. They're now on their way home, but we have a feeling we'll be seeing them again soon. (And if you wonder why her blog is called Preschoolers and Peace, here's a clue from our afternoon together:)


So we're one step closer to being forced to write a yearly check to pay for all those people who can't afford or don't want to buy health care insurance. Early next year it will be universal internet access. And after that, Red Lobster access for all. It's clear, friends, that the entitlement mentality NEVER ends. Once we get universal health care, there will be something else that not everyone can afford but feels entitled to, and that will be the next public crusade. The camel's nose, along with his forelegs, are already in the tent. The goal is to make sure that we even out all the differences between what people can afford by increasing the already long list of universal rights. Ugh. Sometimes I'm glad that I'm already 55, but I cringe at the world we're leaving our grandkids.

We've had pouring rain today. I love rainy days. And Mondays. They don't get me down.

And despite the complainings of some members of my family, I like changing back from Daylight Savings Time to REAL time. The earlier light in the morning helps me get going!

The Ft. Hood massacre this week was intensely sobering to me. Part of it is the geographical closeness to us (in fact the gunman is now in the same hospital here in San Antonio where I receive a lot of my treatment); part of it is the frightening element of having murders like this committed by a uniformed officer of the U.S. military; there's the compound tragedy of a pregnant woman and her unborn child dying; and there's that increasing sense of needing to look over my shoulder and wonder who's next.

CJ needs to stop with the homemade bagels. Oh wow. Something new to put cream cheese on.

It was another morning experiencing the richness of hymns in our worship. Each week some verse of some hymn speaks loudly to me or some circumstance in my life. I leave you with these words from the last verse of "O Worship the King"...



I'd stay, but the bagels are calling. Have a great week!

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