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At times in life, we can feel like islands. God seems a million miles away, and the world’s problems surround us.

out peep, peep, peep in their high voices. Larger frogs along the shoreline tell us how far out in the water they are, knee-deep, knee-deep, knee-deep.

decidedly prehistoric feel to it all. You almost expect to see dinosaurs walk onto the scene.

Gold, silver and other shiny rocks always get my attention. I frequently look at the ground when walking to see the pretty stones. I have been like that my entire life.

There were several things Charlie never left home without. Charlie carried a roll of brass snare wire, a sharp pocketknife and a hunting knife in a sheath on his belt. In his pockets were a couple of bandannas, numerous boxes of waterproof matches, a small candle and a compass. He kept some fishing line, flies, and simple hooks in an old breath mint can.

I’m all for keeping safe; ultimately, my true safety and security are in feathers. Yes, you read that right; it is in feathers!

For many years my father was an apiarist; he kept bees and harvested the honey. He quit when he and my mom sold the farm, and they moved to the city.

People have a lot in common with birds, including the need for some sort of home. The nature of that home can vary greatly. The choice of where and how we live are important decisions.

The idea of Christian fellowship has been on my mind a lot of late. It is a vital but often misunderstood concept.

Kathy and I visited one of those historical/cultural villages. You know, with costumed actors playing out everyday life in a historical setting. This one was the Ukrainian Cultural Heritage Village (near Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, and well worth a day if you are ever up that way during June-September).