Run The Race

As the Tardis twisted and turned, the children squealed with delight.  This device, based off of Dr. Who's time travel machine, deposited 8 children into the 1700's where they were challenged to move a variety of house hold items across the "Wild Wild West" on horseback.  In reality, the "Tardis" was two boxes connected together, latched to a dolly so we could move them around, and the Wild Wild West was a bunch of blankets laid out in our back yard.  The horses?  Well, each child had to be a horse on all 4's while another child rode on their back. Ryan exiting the Tardis with his robot buddy Reese (the cowboy) and Carter (the horse) moving west We just celebrated Reese's 9th birthday... it was phenomenal...  I'm sure that Ron and I had as much fun as the kids.  For the past 4 years, we have created Super Hero Training Camps, Jedi Training Academies, Detective/Mystery Challenges, and now a Time Travel Adventure where the kids built

Reading:  Psalm 46 Prayer: Lord, please teach us what it means to be still and truly know that You are God - a God that is doing things that we can surely never accomplish on our own. Daily Challenge: What, if anything, is a constant frustration and eats up your time? Consider whether you need to make changes to alleviate the issue, or, if not, then consider how God might be working in the situation. "Grrr.... I have things to do," I grumble in my head. Our 3 year old, recently adopted son, Hyun, fell asleep at a strange time, and he is on the couch rather than the bed.  When I go to move him off the couch, he begins screaming and crying as if he is having a nightmare, so rather than move him, I just lean back on the couch and lay him on my chest. Sounds nice, doesn't it?  I typically frantically work during nap time to get things checked off my "to-do" list. I can see our clock from where I sit... Tick-tock Tick-tock The clock moves fr

Reading: Acts 4:1-31  Prayer: Lord, help us to speak boldly of all You've done!  Daily Challenge: See end of devotion ----------------------------------------------------------- My Grandma Doris was a short, spunky woman who could light up a room with her sweet spirit and amazing stories.  She and my grandfather lived in Amarillo, TX where I grew up, but they also owned a small ranch in a tiny South TX town where she had been raised.  This small, one-horse town, doesn’t seem to offer much at first glance - a single post office, some small hills, a few trees and no industry, but traversing the town with my grandmother would quickly change the spirit of any passerby.  She had a story to tell, a story of how she had run up that tree at a young age which saved her from a wild animal, how she had painted that fence post with a family friend, or the open field in which her father taught her lessons during the great depression.  Some stories were funny, some very personal,