Like many things in life, its hard to know where to begin. Hey - I got the page up and running, that should count for something, right? Perhaps I should start with an explanation of the title. Yes, that would be good.
"Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle", a poem from junior high that brings rememberances of happy summer days and continues to roll around my in my brain almost 40 years later. Not that I've ever tried watermelon pickle, mind you. I'll stick to Hermiston watermelons picked up at the fruit stand as we pass through Hermiston itself, thanks. I'll just borrow a portion of the title because it seems so fitting.
Each day that I live is full of gifts - some created for me, some created by me, some meant to share and others to hold close to my heart alone. This space is set aside to celebrate these gifts. What shape it takes on remains to be seen. For now, I'll close with this thought:
"For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them."
Ephesians 2:10 NASB