Sounds of Hope

I promised I’d tell you some more cat-tales.   I thought of some other perhaps more meaty topics for this blog yesterday on my way to class.   I’m learning to write things down when I get an inspiration.   Perhaps that will mean more blogs.   But a promise is a promise.   If you know me, I will die trying to keep my word.   Not sure where I got that from but it is a huge thing for me.   I will do what I say I will do.   And if I use the word promise – that’s sacred. It’s a Sunday when I am writing this so it seems most important to write about the cat we had for a very short time, named Angel.   She appeared on the farm seemingly out of nowhere.   Now if you knew all the strange things that happened on that farm, you might not think she came out of nowhere.   Ultimately, I didn’t think so either. She was a black and white long haired cat.   She had been treed by our dogs when I first saw her.   We already had three cats...

Facebook is an interesting place.   I know some people who absolutely hate it and won’t use it.   I however, am one of those that use it all the time.   It’s a part of my life.   I am working on a dissertation about Facebook.   It has saved my sanity, kept relationships, built Christian fellowship, and entertained me.   I’ve read all manner of books and articles on Facebook.   I’ve read all manner of status updates as well.   I’ve even lost a friend or two because of Facebook. Yesterday, I saw a status update from someone I have a complicated relationship with.   Their status concerned their philosophical observation about life.   Often Facebook statuses do seem to give you a window into the thoughts and soul of a person.   This person shared through cyberspace that the only thing they could control was themself.   That’s true.   Someone else responded with the wise words of Steven Covey.   Between stimulus and resp...