Where is Your Eternal Place?

March 26, 1931 – February 27, 2015

Thanks to social media, I found out Leonard Nimoy passed away today, as a result of Chronic Obstruction Pulmonary Disease.  He played my beloved Mr. Spock in the television and movies series, Star Trek.  His character knew the sacrifices that needed to be made for others.

I am not sure where Mr. Nimoy stood in relationship with God.  Did he have the opportunity to hear the Good News?  Did he know God?  At the time of death, did he think about eternity?  I hope he did, and that he made the choice to believe.

Rest in Peace, Mr. Nimoy (I hope).  

Jail Bird for MDA

Hi Everyone,

Today is the day! I am "locked up" until funds are released to "make bail."  Help me make bail to get out on time to get to a meeting!

Muscular Dystrophy Association is an organization that sponsors research seeking the causes of and effective treatments for neuromuscular diseases.  The funds are also used to pay for kids to attend summer camp.

Muscular Dystrophy is a progressive disease, and often heartbreaking to watch as it progresses.

Consider donating!   Click on my personal page.

Kathy

About 50 Shades of Grey - by Erik Cooper

I came across this post yesterday, and with all the hype about the movie version of the book opening this weekend, I thought his advice was right on.  I had to chuckle when I clicked on his Spotify playlist.

You can find this post originally here.

Her eyes widened then quickly shifted down at the table as she moved uncomfortably in her seat. I had asked one of those awkward dad questions.

“So have you and your friends heard about this new movie ‘Fifty Shades of Grey?'”

She paused, then sheepishly acknowledged.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going where you think I am with this dialog. Relax.”

Revisiting Childhood

A couple weeks ago, I came across an interesting Facebook question: "What was your favorite children's book growing up?"  There was an overwhelming response, with over 100 people who chimed in, all with some cherished book that represented a fond memory.

 This made me reflect a bit about my own childhood experiences, and I found a couple books I remember begging to read over and over.  There was comfort in how the book would always turn out.  Later in life, I found books that my son would enjoy having read to him over and over.