Frontal Lobe …. The Missing Link?


So, if evolution is real…. and to an extent it is…

how did brains become so high functioning that we started to believe in gods?

The frontal lobe is the part of the brain that controls important cognitive skills in humans, such as emotional expression, problem solving, memory, language, judgment, and sexual behavior. It is, in essence, the “control panel” of our personality and our ability to communicate.

The bigger the lobe the bigger the skills to live.

So what happened?

Did a noise or movement occur that was unseen or unknown [like a coconut falling from a tree] that convinced man something unseen was making those things happen?

Was it from the need to blame someone else to misdeeds?

Or was it something to believe in, to have faith in?

To tell their children stories or future, past, or consequences for actions?

To me, this missing link is much more important than the ape to man theory.

Also, I looked at my silly dog today and how is he still a dog? and not evolved into a human like me?

how did a more human like gene get integrated into an animal …. we all know how that happens… sex…but how?

Seems more plausible that all species were created then evolved to their surroundings.

Too much to think about, especially since we are moving and I’m frantically packing .


Musings on….Influencers in My Life


Woke up wondering who was the major players who influenced my life. Good or Bad.

The usual suspects are mother, father [s], my aunt, my husband and son.

But not family related… kind of gave me pause to consider which gender had the most influence on me.

There was Paul, Steve and Bill in high school. Paul, my best friend who I tried to love like he loved me, and failed miserably.

Steve, who was my first love, he broke something inside me…  made me build my first long-lasting walls of protection. Bill, a scorned boyfriend who spray painted the high school wall “Kris Clayton is a bitch” forever  changing my senior year.

I did not have many close girl or guy friends in school.

I do know now that what happens in high school does change or mold a person and regardless of how it may seem to others, only you live that life and only you know how it affects oneself.

Kids who contemplate suicide or use negative coping skills, [cutting, drinking, sex, drugs, etc] probably do not know or were not taught correct coping skills. I digress.

After high school, my aunt and uncle were the most influential. My aunt was super smart and my uncle was a cop. I wanted to be a cop. I lived with them on and off the next few years.

The single years  [age 18 to 27] left me with lots of men but not a lot of influence. I had decided long ago I wouldn’t let another guy hurt me so I kept them at an arms length. Girlfriends were few. I worked. Alot. And women seemed petty. Guys as friends seemed a bit more practical. But they say you can’t just be friends with the opposite sex… I agree to a certain degree.

My husband and my son have the greatest influence on me since 1992. As any of you mothers and wives know… someone being in your life 24-7 does tend to make an impact.

Then there was God. The shadowy father figure no one has seen yet felt. The omni-potentate guardian of our souls. The savior, the priest, the king. All wrapped up in human form…Jesus.

Not wanting to make my Jim and Jesse in line with God, but they together have taught me patience, kindness, compassion, forbearance, love.

I was telling a friend yesterday that I have completely and utterly loved my son since day one and I am proud of him.

And lo and behold, after ‘letting’ God influence me, women friends popped up. Leslie, Dianna, Jacquie, Renee, Pam, Vicki, Genny, Barb, just to name a few. Old and young, wise and dumb 😉

I’ve come to see women friends as kindred spirits, not competition or just petty girls. I have a couple guy friends but they are husbands of my women friends.

i added them up and the genders of influence are equal, but the ladies are more positive than the men.

Who was/is your greatest influence?

2 Nuggets and Some Musings….


And the crowds asked him, “What then shall we do?” And he answered them, “Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do likewise.” Tax collectors also came to be baptized and said to him, “Teacher, what shall we do?” And he said to them, “Collect no more than you are authorized to do.” Soldiers also asked him, “And we, what shall we do?” And he said to them, “Do not extort money from anyone by threats or by false accusation, and be content with your wages.”
Be fair and be content
Luke 3


‘We have the use of the a sailboat and find joy in seeing how the wishes of men and winds have to work together. it is good to bow before the forces of nature as well as to conquer them. the spirit of our time lays such strong emphasis on the conquering, the activity; I find that we also learn from listening, waiting, helpless expectancy. ‘

actually quoted from Thomas R Kelly, A Testament of Devotion.


I have been going through my books and thinning the herd. At 51, I don’t envision having time to read 6 huge boxes worth of theology, bible studies, christian living.

I’m full up to here with theology, denominations against denominations, Calvin VS arminian. The power verses. Romans 8. Which sins are the greatest. Creation Vs evolution.  Whose god is a better god.

I think I am just fed up with religion and mans attempt at wrangling it for his own use.

Tired of religion and politics intermingling.

Tired of being told I am a heretic if my view differs from someone else.

Tired of having to struggle with Christianity and biology.

I just want to love others, help others and do the right thing. Not for the fear of hell, but just because I should and I do. To have my existence make a difference in the world.





It’s been windy at our house for the past few days.

I don’t like it. I have seen the damage it can do.

Maybe because I live in such a mild climate and I have never seen a tornado, a wildfire, a lightning storm or hurricane that I can equate wind with such immense force.

It is invisible, but the effects are great.


Can you see God? You haven’t seen him? I’ve never seen the wind.
I see the effects of the wind, but I’ve never seen the wind. There’s a mystery to it.

~Billy Graham

The Creeping Sadness


How can I wake up and be sad?

Why does it feel like the weight of the world sits on my head?

My body, feels like crying, all the time.

It feels like a low-grade cold, tired, sad, no energy. Blah.

I can’t concentrate on school work.

I pack a few boxes for moving every day, I try to get on treadmill, but my old body aches.

I eat emotionally all the time.

I want to rely on God and give him all my troubles, but even the confidence of a savior eludes me.

I wish to be in a different place in a different time…

But logically that makes no sense, because I can’t leave all my problems behind. They are in my head.


51 Have mercy on me, O God,
    according to your steadfast love;
according to your abundant mercy
    blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
    and cleanse me from my sin!

For I know my transgressions,
    and my sin is ever before me.
Against you, you only, have I sinned
    and done what is evil in your sight,
so that you may be justified in your words
    and blameless in your judgment.
Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity,
    and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Behold, you delight in truth in the inward being,
    and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart.

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
    wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Let me hear joy and gladness;
    let the bones that you have broken rejoice.
Hide your face from my sins,
    and blot out all my iniquities.
10 Create in me a clean heart, O God,
    and renew a right spirit within me.
11 Cast me not away from your presence,
    and take not your Holy Spirit from me.
12 Restore to me the joy of your salvation,
    and uphold me with a willing spirit.

13 Then I will teach transgressors your ways,
    and sinners will return to you.
14 Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God,
    O God of my salvation,
    and my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness.
15 O Lord, open my lips,
    and my mouth will declare your praise.
16 For you will not delight in sacrifice, or I would give it;
    you will not be pleased with a burnt offering.
17 The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
    a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.

18 Do good to Zion in your good pleasure;
    build up the walls of Jerusalem;
19 then will you delight in right sacrifices,
    in burnt offerings and whole burnt offerings;
    then bulls will be offered on your altar.

  Breathe on Me, Breathe of God

1 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
fill me with life anew,
that I may love the way you love,
and do what you would do.

2 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
until my heart is pure,
until my will is one with yours,
to do and to endure.

3 Breathe on me, Breath of God,
so shall I never die,
but live with you the perfect life
for all eternity.

Psalter Hymnal, 1987

The Country Mice Chime In


So I wrote a guest post piece about Doug and Micaela and they were kind enough to reciprocate:


Kristina the Home Engineer

February 2017

Kristina and I first crossed paths via our Word press blogs way back in 2007.  For some reason, even though I was leaving comments on other people’s blogs,  it was not generating any visits to my blog…come to realize with Kristina’s help, that the link on my comments were not working. She took the time, to help me figure that out…a simple kindness that eventually grew into a genuine, bonified  friendship, that is now going on 10 years.

I was drawn to her blog initially because of her raw, candid, honest, life story. She didn’t gloss over the broken areas of her life (we all have them) but neither did she revel in any of it…It just was what it was..and by the time I met her, she  was on a trajectory..Jesus was real, even amidst the sometime craziness of life.

Kristina eventually came to visit our home..First trip she brought number one son. Second trip, the whole family, and ever since…just herself….once she verified that Mrs DM and I were not the ax murdering type. J

Here are some of the things I have grown to appreciate about my friend Kristina….

She is fun and encouraging to hang out with.  She really is. She is a ball of energy.  Some people will leave you drained after spending just a few hours with them…She is the exact opposite.   Her times here fly by so quick!    I wish she could spend a month (or move here)..  I really do….we both do.

She has the biggest heart. For people she knows as well as complete strangers.  And her love for 4 legged creatures she takes care of is legendary in the animal kingdom.

She loves to wrestle and grapple with scripture.  I’m sure it flows from her bent as a teacher….She’s also a private person, so I know I’m only seeing the tip of the ice burg.  I know she’s mentored several young just during the years we’ve known her.

God has allowed some heavy duty heartache to touch her life..and yes, while it has knocked her down and broken her more than once, sooner or later she gets back in the ring and keeps swinging.  (Just like Rocky 😉 )

She has a puppy that followed her home from the Reservation .  His name is Joe –Joe.  She was supposed to bring him to Iowa  the last time she visited and leave him  with us, but she won’t do it. Sometimes she can be really stubborn (and bossy) ….and that’s OK too.   I just need to put that in here, lest you think she is without fault.

Kristina has become a genuine, bonified real honest to goodness friend to both my wife and I.  Her friendship is the most significant relationship that has come out of my years of blogging, and there has been several.   It went from a virtual relationship to a friendship rooted in real life.

Thank you Kristina for being a part of our lives!  Love, D and M.

~I just love these guys and they only get to see me once a year so they only know my good side, lol!