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Lightning flashes, and the thunder rolls. But the fire’s warm, a hot bed of coals.
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Steve Beal Sr.
I am just a man. I am a father, a son, and a husband. I am a homemaker, caretaker, coach, writer, speaker, and photographer. I love God. I love my family. I love my country. God has blessed my family and I, and I am eternally grateful. Author of Generation Jumping: Losing those who are not lost. Downtime with my family is about as good as it gets for me. Being outdoors in nature, among the animals and the wilderness, the Created, comes pretty close. Baseball, followed by hockey, are my two favorite sports, with several others a close third. I would rather do it right the first time. Honesty, respect, and integrity are virtues that I hold dear, so I call it like I see it. Before we as a society attempt to re-define these words, I will be here telling the raw truth.
Engage
…Be engaged. Recognize the moments. Fully savor them and let them wash over you. For if you ask me, it’s better to have engaged fully with all of the senses even for a second than…
The Last Day of the Season
To Coach Hartwell, Coach Dodge, our baseball community, and the parents and families surrounding the players on our team:
As gravity took over and the baseballs’ path fell from the sky and rested finally into the opposing left fielder’s glove, my hopes for a miracle comeback were replaced with the reality that I knew could come. Almost immediately, I found the softer, sentimental side of me taking over and countless thoughts and memories started messing with my mind. I mean, I was still just making my way on to the field to shake hands with our opponents, and my mind was flashing memories of my own personal collection of “The Last Day of the Season”. As we shook hands, and I congratulated the other team and wished them well moving forward, a coach from the other team asked me to make sure that Goffstown, please, put in a bid to host the State Tournament next season. This was a vote of confidence and a compliment to how well our community had run the District Pool Play Tournament over July 8-14 this summer. Then, as I turned away from the end of the line, back towards our dugout, I could feel that choking feeling rise into my throat, and my eyes started to water despite my best efforts to keep such things at bay.
Music's Words
…When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze. Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,…
Music’s Words
…When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze. Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,…
Being There
It’s the leaves on the treesIt’s a south wind That’s stirring me It’s just the season A sensation of being there
Sweet Reunion
Sometimes when I least expect it a moment is pulled from the normal and sets itself apart. That happened to me last Thursday when I ran into some old friends. It was an impromptu meeting that left me overjoyed to have a few minutes of interaction with them again after many years of being caught up in our own lives and the places our lives take us. I am thankful for those minutes, for those people, and for the mutual feelings we have for one another that were quite apparent last Thursday. It was a sweet reunion of sorts for certain.
Then there are my trips to Canada, to New Brunswick. Those trips always include sweet reunions, usually several. This trip certainly didn’t disappoint.
Love this spot
One of my favorite places.
In Plain Sight
The Last Alaskans –
I probably watch more TV than I would admit to. Primarily I watch my beloved Red Sox, and then shows on history, wildlife, survival, and a few DIY types now and again. Recently, as I have written here, I have found, and thoroughly enjoy, The Last Alaskans. One review I read on this show used a word to describe this show, that I would also use, intoxicating.
My schedule keeps me quite busy and I don’t always find myself settled in front of the TV on Sunday nights. Thankfully I can record the show and watch it when my schedule allows. Honestly, I can sit down and feel myself relax when I hear the opening music to the show, and I wait to see what these characters will reveal this week.
Flag Day
Flag Day Everywhere I go in these United States I feel a little better when I see our flag on display. She really is a grand ole flag. It’s beautiful. It’s sharp. It’s symmetrical.…
Where Words Take Me
“God never made an ugly landscape. All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.”
To me, it’s still THE Game
The other night Albert Pujols hit career home run number 536 to tie Mickey Mantle for 16th on MLB’s All-Time Home Run List. This is quite the accomplishment as Pujols continues his Hall-Of-Fame level career. I am not sure how many baseball fans noticed this feat. I am certain that regardless of how many home runs Albert Pujols hits, he won’t be remembered like Mantle still is, and that’s not his fault.
My little girl
Words, they come with time, I pray between Too much I remember from the places I’ve seen Silence fills the space, light is driven from this place A picture painted by the shadows in her…
Wood Work
The thermometer says it’s well above 80°F in the sun, dare I say, I think it’s too hot for fun work like this?
Life First
Last night I watched the first episode of The Last Alaskans. I loved it. I think about the wilderness, the way of life depicted in the Docuseries, and how I would measure up, all the…
It’s Memorial Day – Remember Them All
So today, remember those who serve, those who have served, and learn all you can. Be there for those who are still here but lost someone so we could be free. As we get to…
My Aunt Janette Remembered
I find myself staring into the beautiful spaces that God created and letting my mind wander over the hills, through the valleys, and along the streams. In my mind all of it is wild, all of it is untouched, and all of it is revered by mankind. From the path my mind wanders along, I see the people who now walk the streets of gold, the ones we loved here on earth. I long to sit and visit with them again. I long to hear the familiar laughter that each of them often contributed to our family gatherings. I ache to look into the eyes of those heroes who have gone before me. In those eyes, there are windows to all-time, the windows dressed in love are unmistakable. The eyes invite you in to sit and stay for awhile, they exude love, and portray a confidence that all will be just fine, for where we are gathered, He is there also. Try looking into the eyes of a loved one, maybe an older one, but one who has assured their eternal salvation by giving their life to Christ, and tell me you don’t see all I have described here, and more.
I wrote this piece two years ago, and this morning, I honor my aunt’s life by posting the original words I wrote.
Oh Mother, Thank You
Happy Mother’s Day Mom! One night a couple of months ago, I was tired and my mind was overflowing. I needed at least a little downtime and some quiet. I sat alone at my keyboard,…
The “Entitlement Generation” by Amanda Goodman
“If your parents had to use a wooden spoon on you, then they clearly didn’t know how to parent you.”
Impressions Too
Waltzing through this life, our steps take us nearly everywhere.
Traces linger, and impressions we make, may still be there.
Time passes, a billion thoughts separate now from actions past.
Do we take accountability for the traces left as time flew fast?
Have we reaped yet what it was we sowed in our ignorant ways?
Have we addressed the ones who still hang on those yesterdays?
It Was Me, I Lost God
Have you ever found yourself looking around in the darkness of your somehow closed mind, and wondered how in the world you arrived at this place? If you were to trace your steps, reflecting on…
Going Home?
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity” ― John Muir, Our National Parks
Pray Pastor
Pray pastor, please continue to pray, so I don’t have to raise my head or open my eyes. I wish not to wipe my eyes, nor do I care to address the shortness of breath…
Where will you go?
Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt. ~John Muir
Calm. Cool. Convicted.
Verdict reached. http://www.bostonglobe.com/metro/2015/04/15/hernandez-jurors-deliberate-for-seventh-day/QUaFD2uTTYn65GsKTEY26O/story.html https://www.facebook.com/Playthegamellc?fref=nf
Walking in the Woods
I love walking in the woods. Although I don’t make the time to explore the woods as often as I would like to, I am always fascinated by the things I see, hear, and experience…
Fire and the Moon
I never know what I might see just by getting outside. I love the outdoors. …
