My golf - oh, I mean my fisherman son!

So, Luke goes to Dolthan, Alabama to play golf and every spare moment he's fishing! Lewis and Alicia's fishing waters compel him to fish and to teach all his friends the fishing art. Actually, Luke appreciates how his dad taught him how to fish. Now, he passes on the knowledge. I wonder . . . maybe he should become a trophy bass fisherman instead of a golfer. What do you think?

And here's the golfer in Joplin, MO earlier this summer.

One of my favorite pass times watching Luke play his game. "Mama, don't teach your babies to be cowboys"
. . . or golfers for that matter!
Just a warnin' - to be sure -
'Cause you'll hardly see him if you do,
but you'll follow round and round the country wishin' you never had to leave, never had to work, or clean, only wantin' to be seen
followin' around the man, whose passion lies within the scope of green
ribboned strips down which a small white ball soars and lands and soars again until is found a tiny hole in which to fit.
So now, for just a moment 'round me drape the strong arm that sends the ball into its space.

Beginning again . . .

School started last Wednesday and three school days have already passed! And I'm "Wordstruck" as Robert MacNeil labels himself and his autobiography. Too many words to read, to write, to do! Too many worlds to play in . . . shall I play wife, mom, teacher, writer, student? How will I balance on life's rooftop as Fiddler on the Roof depicts Tevye balancing in Tsarist Russia? Classes at U of Arkansas at Little Rock start soon. I already feel the crunch of time and energy to complete the course. Do I tip too far in one direction or the other? Will the present roof give way and a new balancing act be required?

Through all of the changes, how can my life reflect my Lord and Savior? Only with Colossians 1: 17 firmly anchored in my mind will I step forward with assurance - "And he (Christ Jesus) is before all things, and in him all things hold together" - even when things /life seems to fall a part.

How wonderful to see our daughter complete her half Ironman triathlon! Chris, Hannah, and I went to Arkadelphia, Arkansas Friday evening; she signed in for her packet; we ate at the spaghetti dinner, listening to the pre-triathlon information and visiting with other competitors; then went back to the Quality Inn, where I fell asleep even before Chris and Hannah returned from a MacDonald's jaunt! Yesterday, August 18, 2007, she swam 1.3 miles, biked 56, and ran 13 completing the course in 5 hours 48 minutes. Thankfully temperates stayed under 100. Even with the humidity the day remained tolerable. First place in her age group - well done daughter! We were all amazed at those winners of 48 and more, who completed the course in under 5 hours.

Here's another balancing act - tried to grade and completed only one project. Too uncomfortable and too much going on to concentrate (not to mention a few visiting ants), but I wouldn't have missed being there for her and cheering for her!