American Bible Society

It seems like I'm always a little bit behind.

I'm easily sidetracked.

I meant to tell you all about my trip to New York but, somehow, I got distracted.



When we went to the American Bible Society, I wanted to write some of my thoughts about God on this Expression wall.

Unfortunately, every time I'd reach down to write, I'd tumble off like Humpty Dumpty.

I finally decided it was easier to just pray. And much less painful.

On my way

I'm going to the Blessing of the Bikes with Spike! I'm so excited!



I've got to ride behind the windshield to keep the bugs off my snout. It gives me a great view.

Spike always seems to take the long road. I hope we get there in time to have his bike blessed.

Mel-o-deeee, wait for meee!

Swine flu

I missed my ride home from New York with the missions team.

I was digging around in the dumpsters when they left. Have you ever been to New York? You would not believe how well you can eat from New York dumpsters. I was preoccupied and they pulled out without me. Maybe I should have let Pastor Paul know I was there. He probably would have packed me in his suitcase and made sure I got home safely. But, after riding in a suitcase to Hawaii and back, I wasn't anxious to repeat the experience.

Oh, that's right. I need to get back on topic.

I needed to find a way home. Feasting in New York is fun, but there's no place like home.


I met a pilot who had his own plane. I told him my story-how I was stuck in New York with no way to get home. He offered to fly me home, since he was heading west. I gladly accepted.

When we were ready to take off, he climbed into the cockpit and I followed. It was almost as claustrophobic as riding in a suitcase. I decided to ride outside instead.

He circled low and dropped me off close to the Lapeer airport. Next time, I'm using a parachute.

I'm beginning to think pigs weren't meant to fly.

Ever since I got back to Lapeer, I haven't been feeling well. I think it might be that "swine flew" that they keep talking about on the news.

I'm sure it couldn't be food poisoning from that beef barbeque I ate in New York. Wait, how do I know it was beef?

Ode to Kay

I once had a mother,
Now I have another.

She's married to Pastor Paul,
I've hardly seen her since last fall.

My first mother nuzzled me with her snout,
My new mother misses me, I have no doubt.

I'll miss my mother until my dying day,
But I'm so glad to know that now I have Kay.

Happy Mother's Day, Kay!

National Day of Prayer

I heard our church was hosting a National Day of Prayer event. I wanted to attend, and maybe get a chance to see Pastor Paul and the family.



I guess I didn't understand.

I thought National Day of Prayer meant I could come anytime, all day. So I did. Come anytime, that is.

Turned out it was just God and me when I went into the church to pray. He listened to me, even though I was alone.

Aren't you glad He'll listen to you, too?

Did you know

that tomorrow, April 24, is National Pigs in a Blanket Day?



I've bundled up appropriately for the occasion and it's got me thinking.

Wouldn't something like, oh, say, January 24 be a better choice?

Happy Easter!

I tried. I really tried.

I so wanted to spend Easter in my home church.



I made it home late on Saturday night. I crashed for the night, intending to be up bright and early for church.

Well, probably not bright and early. But certainly in time for the worship service.

I forgot all about daylight savings time. Did that start today or something?

When I got to church, the furniture was all moved around. I went to the front, hoping there had been communion and I'd be able to take the sacraments to my comfort.

All I saw were plants that I think might be toxic to pigs, and plastic eggs. I know from experience that those aren't very tasty.

Thankfully, I was invited out for lunch.

I arrived at my hosts' home and admired the lovely table setting, especially a yummy looking centerpiece.

They didn't have a chair high enough for me to reach the table so they invited me onto the table to eat.

After the blessing, I headed straight for those flowers. I think pink flowers are the most flavorful, don't you?

Imagine my shock and horror when I rounded the vase, looking for a good spot for munching.

There was...oh, I'm not sure I can even say it...a...HAM!

I hated to eat and run but I grabbed a couple of those flowers and was on my way.