Paul Phillips

  I have been a member of ChristianBlog.Com for 1 year, 6 months and 21 days.

  I have published 82 blogs and 22 comments.

 My most recent blog was published: Feb 01 2018 11:13:30am

 I currently live in: United States.

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Breathing in the shadows
Paul Phillips
published . 3 min read
The moon is blue.  Super blue. Yes, there are scientific reasons for the terminology.  You may seek them out for yourself.  For tonight, I am just happy to sit on a stump and watch the shadows. I watched the moon for a while, beautiful thing that it is, but as it approached its zenith, my neck objected, so I bent down to relieve the tension.  That s when I noticed the shadows. The world is awash in shadows.  At midnight. The old mulberry tree, its spindly limbs bereft of leaves, stretches bony fingers this way and that across the cold sleeping grass.  There s a ghost story waiting to be told there, were the world not so brilliant in the moon s glare. I glance at the two Labrador retrievers cavorting nearby, and can t help noticing their shadows mirroring their every leap and crouch.......
Seeking to justify
Paul Phillips
published . 3 min read
I am offended. The note was polite, but to the point.  The writer needed to express something that had been in her mind for awhile.  To be fair, the words weren t I am offended, but it seems offensive to me.  There is little difference. Something I have done language I have used in my business for years was offensive.  I selected the language.  I placed it in a prominent place in my advertising. I offended. I don t know the person.  Someone else in the church she attends has made numerous purchases from my company over the last few years.  The writer of the note is not even my customer. And yet, I read the words on my screen and my spirits sank.  What would I say?  How would I respond? Do you know how easy it is to believe one has been attacked? Is it not a simple thing to take......
Take the medicine
Paul Phillips
published . 3 min read
Stand there and take your medicine! The red-headed lady who raised me wasn’t done with the scolding yet, but she could no longer make herself heard over the blubbering. The words had an effect, if only for a moment, as the little towhead tried to work out in his head what kind of horrible-tasting medicine she was going to force down his throat. The moment passed. It was only another of her sayings, a mini-parable describing the situation. I’ll admit it: I’ve always been something of a crybaby. Perhaps it was because crying seemed to deflect scolding—or punishment. My brother and I once thought we had figured a way to make our dad’s spankings less severe. We would begin to cry early in the process and amplify the noise with every swat. It didn’t work.......
Written on my heart
Paul Phillips
published . 3 min read
In moments when I least expect it, clarity arrives. I sat, with others around me, in a service the other day and noticed the lady at the keyboard. I know her. She was my neighbor for upwards of fifteen years. I have heard her sing. I have heard her play. All I expected was to enjoy the music possibly to reflect on some lyrics. It would be nice. Nice isn t what happened. I hope you won t mind. I think we call it epiphany. With a small e . An arrival. A light, small but bright, blazed as my friend sang the old familiar hymn. I have never thought of it before. Never. Tell me the story of Jesus,Write on my heart every word.Tell me the story most precious,Sweetest that ever was heard. I can t tell you how many times I have sung the words. But, in her simple gift of song, the words shone with a......
Please don't dog ear my pages
Paul Phillips
published . 3 min read
Oh, yeah.  Tell him I d like to have a new copy of Watership Down.  I can t read the one I have now. My son, kind man that he is, wants to buy his father a gift for Christmas, even though I ve said many times that I need nothing.  The Lovely Lady knows better and sends him ideas by text secretly, she thinks. We were riding toward home this evening, after a trip to a neighboring town, and my brain jumped to the thought.  As I usually do, I spoke without considering the consequences. Well, I guess they will not be, strictly speaking, consequences. However, the Lovely Lady now has a new aberration to consider in her husband s character, thanks to my premature announcement.  (I m not sure it s well-advised to give her too many of these points of oddness to think about at one time.) She......
My hands hurt
Paul Phillips
published . 4 min read
My hands hurt. Most of the time, these days, they hurt. I m not complaining, really I m not. Well, maybe just a little. And, I certainly don t think it s my fault. But then, if I stop to think a moment, it could be. A quick search of Google shows that I need to have soft hands for them to be considered beautiful. Or, is that just women? I really can t tell, but I m pretty sure gnarled and scarred hands aren t all that attractive, regardless of which gender they belong to. I ve never worried much about the appearance of my hands, but recently I m a little more aware of it. Having worked with my hands all my life (and talked with them, too), the osteoarthritis now settling in my joints is beginning to mar the symmetry of my once-straight fingers. Other things are conspiring to make them......
I can't do this
Paul Phillips
published . 3 min read
So, this is the bathroom I’ve been hearing about! We’ve been remodeling the old house for months now. Soon, we’ll be living in the Lovely Lady’s childhood home. Our hard work is beginning to pay off and I think the place is looking pretty nice. A few folks in the neighborhood have stopped by to see how the work is progressing. Everyone likes the bathroom. Strange, isn’t it? They also like the other rooms we’ve worked on, but the bathroom is the one they exclaim about. I like the bathroom, too. It’s turned out very nicely. All in all, a comfortable space. I stood in the middle of that room earlier tonight as a neighbor expressed her surprise at how beautiful it is now and I had a moment. You know. One of those moments. The kind of moment when you......
I recognize you
Paul Phillips
published . 2 min read
“I must be Dorothy.” I’ll admit it. We had been ignoring the beautiful little girl. In the room full of people, every one of us was looking at the window and offering an opinion about the shades being installed. No one was focused on her in any way. The sweet little girl sat on the cedar chest and swung her feet—thunk, thunk, thunk—against the sides, waiting for at least one of us to tear our eyes away from the window and speak to her. It must have been a sore trial for the little tyke. When one is used to being the center of attention, to be among a crowd of folks and not even be a part of the conversation would be most difficult. Especially if you’re an almost four-year-old kid. Then again, I don’t know. This sixty-year-old man understands how......
Basking in blessing
Paul Phillips
published . 2 min read
A year ago, life took a turn. Let’s just say it was a turn I didn’t want to make and leave it at that. A year. A wise man I know sent me a poem early on in that year. Something about being called aside.I didn’t want to be called aside. We closed our business—and waited. We worked in a yard—and waited. We emptied a house—and waited. We watched our bank account empty—and waited. Many would say it’s been a hard year. If you pressed me, I might agree—for a few seconds. Earlier this week, when a hint of good news arrived, a friend called it a blessing from God. He’s not wrong. Good news—hope for the future—is a blessing from God. It is. Still, I wonder. Why do we assume only the things we want and desire and then receive......
Is grandpa crying
Paul Phillips
published . 4 min read
I stood silently for a moment, looking at the young man kneeling on the floor. I needed time to let my bruised ego heal. I know. It’s a pretty fragile ego that can’t stand up to a boy’s question, but there it was. He had asked the question several times. That could have been it. No. It was just the idea that I wasn’t enough. I wanted to be enough. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I? Let’s see if we can sort this out. The lad’s father had dropped him off earlier, telling me he’d be happy to pick him up if there was any trouble. I didn’t expect any and told the young man’s father so. He is my grandson, after all. Grandpas and their grandsons can do a job together without falling out, can’t they? I wonder if the......
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