Latin (tem-pu̇s-ˈfü-git): Time Flies
A great blog entry that relates well to my tattoo.Read on www.loveunrationed.com/2018/04/27/my-anchor-holds-within-the-veil/ We have this certain hope, like a strong and unbreakable anchor holding our souls to God himself. Our anchor of hope is fastened to the mercy seat in the heavenly realm beyond the sacred threshold. Heb 6:19 TPT
The bad news is time flies. The good news is that I’m the pilot.
Len & I are at the lake for a weekend of R&R, hanging out and basically not doing much of anything. We’d hoped to see the bay freeze over or be partially frozen but we’re too late this year. There is a good 3-4 inches of ice and no open water in our area. We Read More …
After several temporary tattoos and some procrastinating, today was the day for the real thing. After a brief recommendation and a quick look at his web site I book with Jay at Twenty Twenty Tattoo Studio in Niverville. Upon arrival the very easy going Jay welcomes me and I feel relaxed already. After all this Read More …
A story from the Cottage Build. So, one day after my dad and I had finished working for the day we were relaxing in the RV and participating in what was commonly known in our family circles as “the cocktail hour”. Generally, the “hour” was quite loosely defined. All it really meant was pre-dinner drinking. Read More …
bible.com/bible/116/jhn.5.24.NLT This idea really hit me a few days ago from a different devotion and here it is again. The fact that I’m already living in eternity. Not when I physically die but from the moment I accepted Jesus. ““I tell you the truth, those who listen to my message and believe in God who Read More …
Lifted from Daily Day, so true and encouraging. Today’s email could just be this wonderful little verse from the classic George Strait song. Because it captures perfectly what we need to be reminded of today and always, as we embark on this difficult but wonderful job. Let me tell you a secret about a father’s love Read More …
You may have noticed that Tempus Fugit, generally translated into English as “Time Flies” is the name I’ve given this blog. Wonder why? In the beginning… back in 2004/2005 when we were on a family camping trip I suddenly realized that the boys were growing up and it felt like they didn’t “need me” as Read More …
One of the few things I actually like that has come about because of Covide-19, social distancing. I’ve never been a fan of large crowds or being pressed together in a line to get into or out of some venue with a bunch of strangers. I need my space. So, being spaced out is quite Read More …
Gin and Tonic that is! This is a memory from my teenage years while at our cottage on Brereton Lake in the Whiteshell. It was the custom at the time when families got to gather for dinner that there would be a cocktail hour. I suspect that I was underage but my parents allowed it Read More …