Marilyn's Mussings

I was driving down the highway recently and started up a small hill, when I noticed the car in the lane next to me was pushing hard to make it up that hill. This was not a mountain but a slight, gradual rise in the road. My little Honda took it with no effort. As I passed the struggling car, I noticed it was also a Honda, but a Honda that had experienced a lot of abuse. From what I could see, three of the four corners of the car were dented. The wheels bowed out and wobbled like cartoon wheels. The paint was peeling and the fabric from the inside ceiling hung in strips. The back bumper was completely gone. I stopped to turn left and as the car sputtered past me, I noticed the license plate frame proudly proclaimed " LEXUS ." I wanted to laugh but the sight was just too sad. I think maybe we are like that car, traveling in massive contradictions. Most of us have experienced hurt whether it is visible or not. Some push hard through the hurt. Some stick a sign on it, hoping n

". . . He saw James son of Zebedee and his brother John in a boat, preparing their nets. Without delay He called them, and they left their father Zebedee in the boat with the hired men and followed Him." Mark 1:19-20 I love this scripture and the picture in draws in my mind of two adult men with their father. Jesus said come and they dropped everything. What a thrilling experience for those two young men. I have prayed that for my children, that they drop everything and go with Jesus wherever He wants them. In my later years, I think about Zebedee. He was there too. I wonder if he prayed for his boys. Scripture doesn't tell us much about Zebedee, but what it does tell us is that he was their Daddy and they helped him fish. For me, the best part of fishing with my daddy was the time we spent together. Zebedee must have spent hours of time with his boys. This morning I received pictures I had made of my family in July. It is late afternoon and I have done little else th