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“Beware the Ides of March”. 

So penned one William Shakespeare, but I don’t believe he was talking about this week, in particular. 

 The Ides of March, otherwise known as March 15, marked the death of one known as Caesar. 

This “Ides of March eve” marks the birthdate of one other than Caesar, but a combatant, nonetheless, in the battle for middle earth.   
Truth be told, all three men pictured above have fought in said battle. 

Famous fictional accounts written about said battle were part of Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy. Each was a tale of the long running struggle of good versus evil.
And at the heart of each was the importance of relationships among good men.
This March 14, the eldest combatant pictured, the one whose birthday we recall this day, has since gone to his eternal home. The two of us remaining behind remain engaged in the battle for middle earth.
And we work to support ourselves in relationship. And so, this day, we journey toward a new adventure, one we hope will play out safely on the snow covered hills of our beloved destination of New Mexico.
I know what you are thinking, and I agree. Learning to ski, at your “middle age”?    Rumor has it I may have face planted my first time off the ski lift.
Beware the Ides of March, indeed.
  
“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 4:4-7

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The Charity Stripe

  
“I am counting on the LORD; yes, I am counting on him. I have put my hope in his word.”‭‭ Psalms‬ ‭130:5‬ ‭

The mind has been racing lately with the rythms of life.  Some reconcile, and as favorite authors have referenced in days gone by, some, like jazz, never do.   

And the beat goes on.

I recall recent words from conversations with others, some close, some mere acquaintances.

Words about purpose.

Words about promise.

Words about paths, some taken, some not.

Words about pondering.

  I’ve been blessed the past few weeks to awake to His mercies, new every morning, and ponder them over the majestic evolving canvas that is a morning sunrise.  Today’s is as unique as so many before, and LORD willing and allowing, many yet to come.

I could insert John’s “Amen. LORD, come quickly, hallelujah” here, but I’m not quite done.   

I digress, but not really.

Some of the aforementioned conversations have taken my mind to the game of basketball.   Amidst its excitement, frustration, promise, and pretense, there is that thing called the free throw.

Ironically, there is nothing free about it, but there is so much to gain.   To be successful “at the charity stripe”, one must find their center, control their mind, and establish their rythm.   And to do this, one must practice.

  A lot.

Only then will the rythm of life begin to “sound smoother”.

And yet, to get there, one must be willing to play the game, to be “fouled” by life from time to time, and one must be willing to step to the line and accept the ball when it is handed to them.  All that, and to follow through.

“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.”

‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭

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Bing, Jeffrey Bing

20140425_180922-1Old.

New.

Borrowed.

I forget the rest of it.  Maybe Hannah can fill it in for me later.

So the old saying goes about “Something”.

Rewind back with me 26 or 27 years, and my one and only visit to the Mayfair Church of Christ.   My college roommate and I visited there on a Sunday night, looking for a different experience, and seeing if we could scope out some new girls.    We sat back under the balcony near where I took this picture on a recent Friday night, and we left empty handed.   Or, did I?

This same Mayfair was home to my eldest baby girl’s wedding last night.   And, I must add, life has been anything but empty.    As said baby girl graduated with her husband to be on Friday, another friend spoke to the graduates and their families about the concept of living…

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