If your house was on fire and you could only save three things, what would they be? Fun icebreaker question -- I know. My answer is pretty traditional and boring -- computer, camera, safe box.

**Now, before I seem like a simpleton, I want you to know that I understand the phrase good grief” is a euphemism for “good god” and isn’t meant to be dissected independent of its original meaning. However, I do find it interesting that the association with god is grief...kind of like saying “why god?” (And don’t fret, I’m not planning on doing a word study in this post. I’ll save my nerdiness for other topics.)** If you ask me, “good grief” seems like an oxymoron.

If you missed pt1 “To Live”, click here. If you missed pt2 “To Discover”, click here. Roads...

If you missed pt1 “To Live”, click here. I’m the kid who always asked for a metal-detector for his birthday-- sadly, I never got one. I’d see people out on the beach or after baseball games sweeping back and forth, searching for covered treasure, and I wished, so badly, to be them.

I love the tavern scene in the movie, Fiddler on the Roof, where Tevye and Lazar Wolf are  celebrating the wedding arrangement of Tevye’s daughter Tzeitel. They are so overjoyed that they break out in chorus singing about the good times and the bad, but that in this present moment, they should drink “L’chaim” (to life). In essence, they were saying that life should be celebrated (or at least embraced) no matter the situation.