Wednesday

So, I'm in NC on vacation, visiting my family for the Thanskgiving holiday. Today, my Mom and I went to Charlotte to visit the Billy Graham Library. I'll put a picture to the right, so you can get a glimpse, but it's a massive building. 40,000 square feet devoted to the work that Billy Graham did for the Lord. Quite impressive.

Anyways, his wife, Ruth Bell Graham, passed away this past June. On her tombstone, the only inscription says, "End of Construction. Thanks for your patience." Story has it that Ruth was driving through a construction site and saw that common sign at the end of the renovation. Immediately, she said, I want that on my gravestone. I think it's quite profound. We're all a work in progress, one that is not completed until our time on earth is done. And, ultimately, those around us, my exhibit great patience as we learn and grow and learn some more.

Great Picture

I'm a big fan of road signs. I guess this one speaks to me because I often view my ideas as the right ideas. Sort of like there's only "one way" and that's my idea. Recently, however, my eyes are being opened to realize that a world beyond black and white is one that allows us to see the radiant sunrises, awe inspiring lightening flashes, and breathtaking sunsets. So, perhaps there are many ways. Of course, my initial reaction is that I'm always right, but I'm a work in progress.

Thoughts

Well, it's been over a month since I've posted on here. I've certainly thought about all of the great things to write about, but have failed to follow through. So, here I am.

I've been out of the office for most of the past two weeks. And, yet, I choose to write on this rather than address the mounds of paperwork sitting on my desk. I call this, my procrastination technique. It looks as though I'm actually doing work, when, instead, I'm merely avoiding. This is a wonderful game that I often play with my paperwork. I avoid it. It doesn't get the hint to file itself or fill itself out or recycle itself. So, in time, I'm left to actually address the pile. See, I don't like random pieces of paper lying around my office. It bothers me. So, each piece has a place. I just wish that it would find it without me getting involved.

In other news, I just returned from my first real trip to Texas. I've recently survived a fall down a flight of stairs at my parent's house. I started teaching a class at my church for some students. Last month, I published a book of pictures (and I gave it to my Dad for his birthday.) And, now, I'm ready to decorate for Christmas. Yes, I'm one of those people who embraces Christmas music that starts on November 1st.