“Do what you say you are going to do.” This is a motto living in my mind every day. I’m realizing more and more that if I make plans to do something, even if those plans were just made in my mind and not said out loud, I feel obligated to follow through. If I don’t follow through I think of myself as “not good," a failure.
The poems began in 2003 when God gave Marcia the idea of writing a short poem, putting it on a postcard, and then mailing the postcards to each of the church members who were housebound and unable to attend church in person. “Even if I couldn’t visit everyone,” Marcia thought, “at least they would all have a note of encouragement.”
This past week I got to visit Big Lake Youth Camp. The old lodge made some good memories for thousands of us through the years, but it was so good to see the progress of the new lodge being built. Ross von Pohle, facility manager at Big Lake, gave me a tour.
A local friend, an experienced photographer with an uncanny sense of direction, promised me, “You can’t miss the perfect little muddy trail that leads down to Secret Beach on the Southern Oregon coast.” Three tries later I had proved him wrong. I could follow his good, detailed directions and still miss it.
Abundio lost nearly everything when the wildfire tore through Talent, Oregon, but gave his tithe anyway. Why?