Today . . .

We have started this thing in our home where we go around the supper table and talk about what made us sad today ,what made us mad today and what made us glad today. How 1950's right? The things that make a 5 year old sad are a lot different than what makes a 42 year old sad. What made me sad today? I was driving in the country and saw an old farmhouse with the windows boarded up and the front porch in shambles. It made me sad for life . . .and death. It made me sad for the house and memories. I am sure that babies were made in that house, and babies were brought home to that house . . .babies learned to walk there and talk there and get up early on Christmas morning. I am sure in that house for 100 years people cried salt tears that tasted like mine and questioned life, questioned God, questioned love. If that house could talk this warm March day it would tell of the games of hide and seek, the smell of supper, the puppy that used to dig in the side yard and how the wind would whip against the bedroom window in the winter. The bible talks about seasons . . .a time for this, a time for that. Time was up for that old farm house in the middle of the midwest and the families that lived there all of those years . . .that makes me sad.

4 miles on the treadmill today.


Our house was built in 1890. Someday it too will be hanging by a thread. Some poor sap like myself will drive by and wonder who lived there . . 

My faith gives me hope . . .but the death of things still makes me sad.
I took my little girl to the park . . .that is what made her glad today.




This is Ryan Adams.
Listen to the words.