Another beautiful morning! Last week-end a couple dear friends asked if I'd read and say something at their wedding. Another dear friend will join me in Haiti for a week in May. Another dear friend who I walked through the streets of Tijuana with is busy comforting the old and loving the young. My best friend and wife last nite told me that driving an old car was fine with her because then we could send more money to help buy a building in Tijuana that will be used as a church. I am so very BLESSED to have such a wonderful bunch of friends. Along life's path that we each walk will be lamp-posts to shine out for us, helping to guide our way just like a lighthouse. If we surround ourselves and family along life's journey with good and God seeking people his path for us will be easier to follow because the lamplights will help guide the way. Our journey is not about walking alone, the journey is about ALL of us helping to find God's pathway in each of our lives. Dear friends keep SHINING!!

Walking with the King

What a beautiful walk. I am very fortunate to have a wonderful city and place to walk. There is a place I can walk and see hardly anyone, also a place where many people walk. My time walking alone with only him is his chance to bend and mold me. I feel his hands and fingers working at times, even to the point of tears. I've found that the more I seek and the deeper I look the more dark corners and closets his is able to shine his light on. As those corners and closets are enlightened I find joy has replaced the darkness and there is a higher bounce to my step. As I continue to walk out among many people I find it easy and enjoyable to smile and greet people with with a "Good Morning". All people want to be greeted and acknowleged, even if they don't know it. Most smile and say "hi", some nod their head, some don't even look but stare straight ahead, but all hear! Even if we don't know it, God walks, runs, sits, and is ALWAYS ONLY A WHISPER AWAY!

Hi, this is my first post. I just returned from Tijuana, Mexico where I visited a missionary friend. While there I found out that the Mexican people have a hard time pronouncing "Darrell" because of the r's and l's. So I choose the name "Joe". After many long talks into the wee hours of the nite my new friends started to call me "Brother Joe". So is the name God choose for me.

I plan to keep on traveling to different places and people where God already is, I find him in places where food, language, looks, beliefs, are all strange for me. Wherever there is beauty, life, flowers, creation, I believe God is there. I just need to look. In the comforts of home, at times even when I look, stare, yell, scream, it is very hard to see him! The layers of comfort are very confusing and difficult to see through.