There seems to be a general failure of the culture, or perhaps the culture would DISagree with me on that.  This whole idea of DISsing others, whether that means DISmiss or DISrespect, just brings about a whole lot of DIScord.  I mean if everyone DISses everyone else, where is the acceptance and the respect for anyone.  It throws the whole culture into DISarray. 

Now this may not be much of a DISaster to you, but it is to me because I rather like respectably communicating with others.  I find it DIScomforting when others are so DISsolved in their own little worlds, that they are unable DISsociate themselves. 

I cannot DIScount the fact that some people like that scenario, but it seems that their attention is DISplaced when it is all within themselves.

Perhaps a DIScussion would help, if I could get them to talk.  Then, maybe I could DISsuade them from locking others out.  But then they might DISdain me for the interruption, or even think that I am DISingenuous.  What a DISmal thought!

Whatever; I am DISsatisfied with the answers that I am coming up with.  I am starting to become DISillusioned with trying to find hope in this fruitless DISplay of random thoughts.

Oh well, such is life when we DISregard others.  I hope that your thoughts are not DISparaging.

Philippians 2:3

Extravagant beauty, fresh from my daughter Leigh Anne.  Fresh from the plants that she gave to us.  The ones that she gave to us before she left for school more than 10 years ago, and the one that she gave to us on a recent visit.  How precious.  How thoughtful.

Every year, as the bearded iris's bloom, I am reminded of the love that my daughter has for her mom and dad.  It is usually between the times that we visit that they bloom, as if to bring back the memory.  When I see the flowers, I think of her.  When there is an especially good year for the flowers, I think of her.  When the flowers wither, I think of her.  Just seeing the bulbs in the winter, I think of her.

I guess it really doesn't matter what season it is, or what state the flower bed is in, even under a foot of snow, when I can't see the flowers or bulbs, I still think of her.

I want to be like those silly flowers.  Whenever you see me, I want you to think of the One who saves me, the One who loves me, the One who lifts me up.  In my good years, I want you to see Jesus. In my bad years, I want you to see Jesus.  Even when I seem to fade from view, I want you to see Jesus.  I want you to see that all that I am is because of Him, that when I am "not much" He still loves me, that whether I am perfect or flawed He still loves me, and He loves you the same.

If I can be anything at all in my life, let me be a fragrance of the love of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.