It all starts with God's love.
We live in very interesting times. A number of the kids I worked with at El Hogar years ago have friended me on Facebook. This week I received a question from a 15-year-old young man in Honduras. He wanted to know what age I thought it was appropriate for a teenager to get into a relationship.
I had to confess that we set the age at 16, but one son met his wife when they were 14, and that our culture and customs are likely different from Honduras anyway. Then he asked, “What is most important in a relationship?”
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Evil never rests. For protection, turn to Christ.
Our family spent 3 years up in Sewanee, Tennessee. It is a famously beautiful place. The woods are pretty, with a wide variety of flowering trees. This time of year the daffodils are lighting up the woods with bright yellow blossoms that told us spring was on its way.
It also has beautiful birds; neon yellow gold finches and bright blue ones, too. We had bluebirds, several types of woodpeckers and we had a family of about a dozen cardinals that were the brightest scarlet red I’ve ever seen. And our favorites were the hummingbirds.
So, naturally, we wanted to see more of them, so we went out and got some nice bird feeders – thistle seed for the finches, hummingbird feeders, regular birdseed for the rest. We knew we had a lot of squirrels in the neighborhood, big squirrels, so when we bought the bird feeders, we got the “squirrel proof” ones. Yeah. Right. That’s when the trouble started.
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Attend to your inner strength with God.
I love Bok Tower. I’ve loved it since I first came to see it on a school field trip in 3rd grade. (My first experience of Spook Hill was on a Polk County School bus that same day.) My sister was married there 23 years ago. Many times over the years as work or trips to Camp Wingmann would bring me this way I’d take a little side trip, especially if I had people in the car who had never seen it, to the high school parking lot, which offers a pretty great view from outside the grounds.
Moving to Lake Wales, I prefer coming into town from the north on Scenic Highway rather than 27. When I see the tower, I know I’m home. And I take note of it when I’m running around town. It is really something.
Up until last Thursday, my appreciation for Bok Tower was all external: the beautiful pink Georgia marble, the mosaics and sculptures around the top, the sundial and the gold doors, the ponds with koi fish, the superbly kept gardens.
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