BABY RUTH

I became a great uncle about two weeks ago. The whole gang showed up at the hospital just in time to catch her napping. What an angel.

With her eyes closed, she smiled when we arrived and got all cranky when it got quiet. Isn't that funny how we like our quiet time to be noisy and our productive times to be quiet. The comfort of the noise must help our psyche to adjust to our own thought noise. Sweet dreams, Baby Ruth.

It makes me think about how important it is to manage our quiet times and take charge of our waking moments. As a teacher, I find that I am so overloaded with input and noise that I have to be intentional in seeking quiet and then force myself to hear my own thoughts. Eventually, I am able to create a dialogue in prayer. Listening to the voice of GOD is so hard when I use my ears. I think GOD speaks the 'heart language.'

Have you heard the voice of GOD?

Round Robin - RED, almost...

Early on a cold February morning, I was drawn to the camera and the idea of catching an electric sunrise. Just a few miles away from home, across from the Dawson Creek Business Park, I found my 'electric.' The sunrise was faster than I could act... Not much red in the photo- however, I must say, the colors were as transitory as the electricity on the hot wires.

Enjoy.