Lets take a little time to talk about the phrase, "Cleanliness is next to Godlinesss." Is it good to keep a clean house? I try and keep my home fairly clean, but I'm not always successful. How clean a house will be is up to the people that live there, not y'all or me.
If you like a clean house, then you've made your decision to keep your house clean. That doesn't give you the right to go into a messy house and point out all their mess.
I bet they are fully aware of the condition of their house. It's only up to us to accept their invitation to come in. Once you accept that invitation then it's up to you to make yourself comfortable in their home.
After you get in there, if you just can't adjust, then leave. Do so politely and lovingly. You might say something like this. "Its been pretty hot today. Would you mind if we went outside to visit a little? I noticed the evening shade has cooled down your front porch. You have a lot of room on your porch and you have obviously invested a lot of time and care in making it comfortable. So if it's okay lets go outside and sit a while."
There's no need to say, "This place is a horrible mess. If I'm going to stay here, (As your King that has honored you with my presence.) The only place I'll be comfortable is outside on that front porch. You coming or not?"
Y'all see the difference. I'm sure you do. Well that's it for now. Over and out. Love y'all.
God is doing a lot in my life right now. He's been guiding me through some horrible times and some good times. He's been right here with me all along. Just like He promised he would in The Twenty-Third Psalm. Y'all know it but I'm going to pray it again.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Tomorrow may never come. When it does, my salvation will be intact thanks to the sacrifice of Jesus Christ.
When the final day comes God will be showing us the way to safety, while Christ and His Heavenly warriors fight Satan and his demons.
I know that I will be as scared as a lamb about to be slaughtered. The decision for how each of Y'all will act will be up to you. It's not my place to give you advice, except to say, "I'm not anyone's leader. Look to God for any guidance you seek.
To our delight and relief, God will continue leading me and the rest of us sheep down the path He has prepared for us. While behind us, Jesus and His army is puttin' that mean ol' Satan down.
Tonight when I sleep I will find rest in God. Not because I'm a righteous man and deserve to sleep, the sleep of the righteous. No, I'll be holding Gods hand. Not because it is my right, as a child of God. It will be because I'm a scared child of God, and the only hope for sleep is by holding His hand and finding comfort by knowing He is there.
God is love, but Y'all and me realize He meant it when He said leave the vengeance for Him. I've been learning the true meaning of meekness and humility these last few days. I'm not any kind of warrior for God. I'm just a frightened little boy running behind his father with a plastic sword and trying to pull up my pants so I won't trip.
With that picture in mind, I'm asking for your prayers for what's up ahead. Humble prayers asking God to watch over and protect me. Not a prayer of inspiration, stirring human warriors to battle rushing in to defend our faith. God has that covered. Hope y'all's evening treats you well.
My Dad is quite the man, though he'll never fess up to it. He does super hero things quietly. He is the man that the phrase, "Never give up, never surrender!" Stands up and salutes.
He once went on a 20 mile forced hike when in Marine Corps boot camp. He didn't slow down. He didn't quit marching until he got home. Not just back to the base, but home. Once home, Mom says, "he just fell through the front door in a heap and collapsed. Then he laid there passed out, asleep for several hours, half out and half in the house!" Mom couldn't move him because he still had all his gear on and was too heavy.
There are many more stories like that about him when he was in the Marine Corps. But if you ask him what he did when he was in the Marine Corps, in Viet Nam, he'll just humbly mumble, "I worked on hydraulics on helicopters, that's all I did."
Then in life he coached me in football. I don't mean at the house. No. After work he put on his coaches hat and became a coach so that me and a lot of other boys could play Little League Football, in Jessamine county Kentucky.
Now in my later life, and during my wife Susie's, 4 year illness, he was right there beside us the whole time praying, and bringing us food and money. When I, his stupid idiot of a son got myself addicted to drugs. He was right there with me praying for me, encouraging me.
Literally, and I mean literally, picking me up off the floor of my house and setting me back in a chair. Then fixing every thing I broke, and cleaning up my mess that I made during the time I was so high I didn't know what I was doing.
He even let's me keep driving his pickup truck. Even though one time during my drug induced reality, I was going to drive that truck all the way to Washington D.C. so I could tell President Obama to quit all the stupid stuff he was doing.
I was the the stupid one. The stupid son doing all these idiotic things when I thought I was so right about what I knew to be true. Thinking all the the time the whole world needed to listen to me, when all along what I've should have done was just listen to what dad was quietly telling me.
I can not tell y'all how much I love that man. There's never been anyone more deserving of a medal for quietly doing what needs to be done, then my Dad. I love you dad.
A family in Hamilton, TX has asked to be prayed for. The daughter around five years old has leukemia and has been hospitalized. The prognosis is not good.
Hello and a good afternoon to everyone. Before writing this blog post, I got online to get the number of job applications, I've filed. Mercy have I been busy with that. The magic number is 73.
That will explain why I haven't been doing much writing lately. Well I guess I just mis-spoke in that last sentence. I actually have been writing a lot. That writing however has all been on ready made forms.
All of Y'all reading this know what I'm talkin' about, because you've filled out a few yourself. These forms have a definite beginning. Last name, First name, Middle name.
A stand alone middle narrative. Jobs. Last one first. Fill in all Job blanks. Account for spaces of time when not employed.
Then a solid, no nonsense ending. References. Do not include previous employers.
After that is a playtime that is full of ready playmates. Playmates that explain the rules of the game to you. Playmates, that secretly call you over with their finger. They whisper in your ear, "I've got a tip for you," or once you're close enough they'll put an arm around your shoulders and say, "Just tell them I sent you and the job is yours." I whisper back, "Okay, I will, and thanks." I could go on forever describing playmates that jump in the job application sand-box with you, but I'll just leave it as is.
Finally, on Monday, May 14th, 2018, the whistle blew for everyone to get out of the job application sandbox. To me it sounded like a phone call from Micobe Feed in Hamilton, TX. Man's voice on phone said;
"David, can you come in to Micobe Feed so we can talk about a job application you filled out about a month ago."
"Yes sir," I answered. Then asked, "What time would you like me there?"
"Between, 9:30 and 11:00, Tuesday morning."
I agreed to that and made it there before 10. I spoke to the only person in the office at that time. A nice enough man that was circling somewhere around my 55 years of age.
He proceeded to bluntly, but politely describe the job for which the company wanted to hire me. Descriptors were as follows. Hot, Dirty, Nasty, Dusty, Climbing in place ladders to varying heights. Will be tough, Will wear you out.
How could I resist a job description like that. I agreed to start Thursday at 7:00 a.m until around 5:00 p.m. or so. I am very thankful that God has opened one of two doors leading to a source of income. The two sources God has blessed me with is tough, physical work and my writing.
At this time in my life, Micobe feed will be my God given source of income. I'll still have time to write a little something now and then. My website will always be available with the links to Amazon.
Today in preparation for starting at Micobe tomorrow, Thursday; I had the brilliant idea around three in the afternoon to go for a one and a half mile walk. Sadie was all for it too, at first anyways.
It was along the walking path in Hamilton that goes from park to park. Temperature, 90 degrees. I'll let the pictures I posted tell the rest of the story. Poor Sadie, she just laid down in a little shade and stopped around a quarter mile from home. So, I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way. Gatorade and water were indeed drank upon making it home.
Thanks much to all of you that read this blog. Everything that I've put on Amazon is still available there. I'm not gonna' do like I did when my wife, Susie died. I'm not tearing anything down and I'll be adding a bit now and then. But for now I'm going to go play in the milo, the corn and the beans. Talk to y'all later
Hello Y'all. I've been using my time today as follows: writing, job applications, returning messages, emails, grocery store etc. But a while back I came face to face; Oh okay. Y'all are right. (Those of you that go to images first.)
I came bumper to bumper with one of those google earth, video, whatever cars. Well I'm looking at the pictures that Sadie, the dog took, while I was driving. I can't make out the manufacturer. You'll see them in a minute. Surely one of y'all can tell make, model and so on by the photos.
I was trying to find the Hamilton, recycling center, where I could put in some community service hours. Uh, Oh, I probably shouldn't have said that. But I did. So, here goes.
I'm on probation. Not just your standard probation. I'm on felony probation. That's right. During my messed up year's with my wife's illness, ummm, I abused some over the counter drugs. This led to an altered reality. That led to, "one day," when that felony was committed.
On, "one day," I took far too many of those drugs, and I thought I was God. I tried to heal my ailing wife. That didn't work. (Susie is in Heaven, and I'm taking that belief to the after life.)
Anyhow, "one day," I came home from my part-time, job at Brookshire Brothers, and found my wife, where the hallway ended, and the kitchen begins. She was on her left side. Blood, in a jagged pool, around her head and blending in with her red hair.
"What did I do?" I'm really tired Y'alI. Maybe this sleep will give me some rest, as I'm going to Stephenville, Texas tomorrow and get turned down for another job.
I wonder if they, (the job givers), just take the application, and with their laser eyes burn a hole in the application where it says, "Yes," to felony probation.
While the application is on fire and burning their hand, they put their other hand on my shoulder, and say, "We believe in second chances here," then toss the ashes in the trash can.
Thinking in their mind of a million, jillion, thoughts, they also struggle with, "Should I hire this man, or not God?" Or , "I'll hire him, then on the first day, I'll make it so hard that he has to quit. That's what'll I'll do. If he quits then it is on him, not me."
("What I really, really, really want, is land near Goldthwaite, Texas. A location where men and women and families can come. Sometimes staying together, sometimes not, depending on the situation.")
Oh yeah. Back to that, "one day."
Okay I'll just tell ya'. I led the Lampasas Police, the Texas DPS, on a pursuit. By the way Dad, the pickup truck will go 120 mph. Now Mom, Dad wanted to know how fast that truck would go. I have now answered that question.
That, "one day," the pursuit ended in the gravel parking lot of the Dairy Queen, on Highway 281, in Hamilton. That, "one day," when I was just let go, and told, "Go home, and behave myself."
That one day when, "hey wait a minute those are real handcuffs." God is in control. "Pay your fines!"
God is in control Y'all. No. I'm not God. I just wanted Y'all to feel and think my thoughts, in my ever changing, sometimes lost, sometimes a bit to far, but always a caring, loving mind, with a heart God made.
Now that I've answered everyone's questions, prayed for each and every one of Y'all. It's time for me to sleep, and y'all look at the pictures of the Google Car.
"Oh crud, what do ya'll mean it's time to rise and shine?"
"One day," everything will be in place. I'll have Y'all around me, and spread out at the same time. Going here and there, while I just sit and pound on the keyboard, writing, writing, and writing. Babies everywhere just giggling.
That day will never arrive. Okay it will, but only if you have faith enough and just believe.
I'm going to sleep. Y'all do whatever. But remember FAITH. Go and look at the google car pictures Sadie captured. Faith, faith, faith, fa-...
I'm snoring now. Good night and good day. Both of which are brought to you by God.
No human or animal lives were lost. No property damage whatsoever to the pickup I was in. Anyone else's property, so forth and so on.
GOD IS IN CONTROL
Friday the 19th of April started, for me, on Thursday night, April 18th. Phone rings about 9:30 p.m. It's my mom, "David what are you doing right now?" "Not doing much. Why?" "Your father needs supervision." "Well, we all know that mom." "He needs some help chasing rat's tomorrow." "Okay Mom, about what time will this rat chasing start?" "Sadie, the hyper-active dog, and a stray black cat that gets in the backyard to drink a little water, both chased a rat across the yard and under our house."
"Alright, I'll be ready at 9:30. Now isn't your cousins' funeral tomorrow?" "Yes it is, but it won't start until noon with lunch being served at the First Baptist Church Annex." "Ok, Mom 9:30 a.m. it is."
Me and Sadie, the hyper-active dog, packed it in for the night about thirty minutes later. I had set my phone alarm for 9:00 a.m. Sadie had earlier ideas. Near 7:30 Friday morning, Sadie was up in my bed licking my ear. Translated that means, "I've waited long enough. I need to go outside David." So I sorta', rolled, fell, flopped, get up off the floor, woke up. For a walk we went.
I threw on some sweat pants, and socked my feet into moccasins. It was windy cold on this Texas April morning. Sadie wagged her tail in front of me as I stumbled along the sidewalk behind her. Finally morning duty done(what do you mean pick it up?) we went back inside duplex #37.
Coffee perked. I drank that with some creme, scrambled two eggs, and ate those with some ketchup. Got my "ratty" clothes on, made some more coffee, and boosted a drink. I mean, I drank a Boost to give my system something. I really don't know what I'm doing with my diet, I'm just'a doin'.
It was close to 9:30a.m., and my Dad that required supervision said he would pick me up that morning. I put Sadie on her leash, took a cup of coffee, went out front of #37, sat in a blue rocking chair, and waited.
Waited long enough that I had to go to the restroom. I tied Sadie's leash to a hand hold, screwed into the last board of a short blind separating the front porch of #37, and #38.
Sure enough, when I stepped into the restroom Dad arrived in the Ford Flex. I knew because he honked the horn. I thought, "He must see Sadie out there, which would indicate I had stepped inside momentarily. Apparently not.
Next I heard a longer, louder blast of the horn which indicated that Dad needing supervision, didn't see Sadie. Oh well.
Arrived at Mom and Dad's house and initiated the rat hunt. The rat hunt turned into me and Dad slicing apart an old water hose, and placing it around a leaking blue plastic pipe...
Friday, April 6th, 2018. Me and my compadres set out on a trip looking for bluebonnets, but snagged a singing cowboy instead. My compadres on that day were my parents, a friend, Larry Paris, and Sadie, the hyper-active dog.
Mom and Dad had been after me to go on one of their many day trips. When they mentioned bluebonnets, I said, "I'll go on that one." I love looking at and finding those pretty little blue flowers. But let's keep that between ourselves, as I have a manly reputation to protect.
It was a clear, beautiful day, kinda chilly though , when we set out from Hamilton, TX. We went from Hamilton to Goldthwaite, driving on FM 2005 to arrive there.
That's another thing Texas has gone crazy with these, Farm to Market, Farm to Ranch, Ranch Road,(where I reckon you're on somebody's ranch) and then throw in all these Park Roads. No wonder we end up roaming around. But back to Bluebonnets.
Between Hamilton and Goldthwaite, no Bluebonnets were seen. There were some purple and white flowers that were showing off. On to San Saba.
Nothing, no bluebonnets, but plenty of those show off flowers. If you've been to San Saba, you know that you can easily spend a leisurely day there.
We did allow ourselves to be sidetracked. Imagine that, me distracted. I certainly don't come from a distracted family.
Mill Creek Park had water flowing through it as usual. We got out and walked around a bit, enjoying the park. There were a lot of folks there that day. I figured since I was there, it was my duty to get out the binoculars, zoom in on them, and make certain they weren't messin' up the park.
I quit that real fast as looking through my binoculars, I saw a pair of binocularized eyes, looking back at me. How dare they do that? Don't they know I'm the one that's supposed to be making sure everything is alright wherever I go. I sent out a statewide memo, notifying everyone.
There weren't any bluebonnets at the park, so we opened all four doors on the parent's Ford Flex, and fell into our seats. Right then and there, our goal changed from bluebonnets to barbecue.
Young's barbecue was the target. Dad had seen an episode of Daytripper that included the host eating there. It was getting near noon when we pulled up. I ordered a barbecue sandwich with pickles, and onions, and a glass of sweet tea.
It's taken me a while to realize that every time I go eat with somebody, they want me to eat what they couldn't. Before long I had all the potatoe (I'm gonna' spell potatoe with an e because I want to.) salad I could eat.
Barbecue sauce was provide in the large rocket-ship containers. You know the type, they're always fairly large, colored, off white-clear, with a small tip on the top. I like playing with 'em, just making then squirt. I didn't. Parents were there I behaved.
Hold on a minute, I've got to scroll up to the top, to read what I wanted to write about in this blog. Okay, I'm back. Barbecue sandwiches were tasty. The potatoe salad had a bit too much in it for me. I'm not sure what was added, but it made it more spicy, than tasty. Of course I ate it all. Mom and Dad were buyin' and you know I wouldn't waste their money.
Young's Barbecue isn't a big place. It is large enough to have a little nook you can't see around when you're sitting at the four person table, near their front door, by the register.
From this non-visual nook, floated the most melodious sounds. It was real people, sitting at a table, and letting their voices entertain us as we ate our lunch. The folks at Young's Barbecue, are pretty smart. With such a delightful serenade, who cares if the potatoe salad was a little messed up.
I got up from my table and followed the music back to Steve&Eileen Mitchell. Those of you that know me realize I was going to engage them in conversation. I sat down at their table. listened to them sing then asked a few questions. I didn't ask many questions, as I wanted them to keep singing.
On that Friday they gave me their personal phone number. Fast forward to tonight, Monday, April 9th, 2018. I finished talking with them on the phone about 7:30p.m. They gave me a wealth of information about themselves.
First thing they told me is everything they do is dedicated to Christ. The lyrics of their songs are free of curse words, and they don't glorify the hard drinking, somewhat rowdy, supposed country life that's being lived today.
Their songs are about genuine cowboys&cowgirls, who love God and trust their lives to Him, but are real and human. Very refreshing in this age we live in. Don't take my word for all this. Go see them yourselves.
During our phone conversation, they asked me to return to San Saba on Friday, April 13th, so they could give me some of their merchandise, CD's and such, that they didn't have with them that day. Also I was to invite anyone I wished. Friday, April 13th, between 11a.m.&1:30p.m. They're going to be back at Young's Barbecue, singing their hearts out.
"David," Steve said, "If it's just you that Friday, we will put on the whole show; chuckwagon included." I don't know what they've got in their chuckwagon, but if they cook anywhere close to the melody in their voices; It will be some of the best food I've ever tasted.
I wonder what the proprietor at Young's Barbecue was thinking when he invited them to sing during the lunch hour. Maybe he didn't realize they could also cook.
I'm sure y'all notice in the one picture I took that Steve has a bit something going on around his nose and eyes. He had tripped not long back, fallen and broken his nose. Perfection? None of us have it.
Okay y'all. I've started this before. I let myself get distracted.
I'm reading through the Bible, Genesis to Revelation, asking questions about what I don't understand. That is going to be a lot of questions.
It's my hope that through the years I've been friending folks on Facebook, that some of them are Bible Scholars. Tonight, I've read through Chapter 10, in Genesis.
I underwent a stress test today in preparation for what I'm hoping is some serious working out. I've allowed myself to get into terrible condition. I don't feel good, and I don't like it.
It was a nuclear stress test, via Dr's orders. They dilated my veins and then shot me full of something that made me feel sick, and caused my heart to beat pretty fast.
It also produced a painful, tingling sensation in my chest, neck, shoulders, arms and head. Not to mention making it difficult to breath, which is part of the reason I'm having the stress test done.
After that, a lovely lady named Sherry, gave me a bag full of peanut butter crackers, and told me to eat all of them to get some fat, or grease, in my system. Y'all know what I told 'em. "That's why I'm here. I'm trying to get a lot of fat out of my system. But, okay, I'll go eat these crackers."
Thirty minutes later, Sherry, came, and got me from the Hamilton, TX, Hospital Cafeteria. A cafeteria that consists of about four round tables and matching chairs. But they have free tea, and coffee. (Now I know where to go in Hamilton when my pockets are empty and I need a little tea and coffee.)
Oh, I was talkin' about Genesis. The translation I'm reading is the Thompson Chain Reference Study Bible: New American Standard Bible, version. Mercy, at least I don't have titles like that for my books and stories.
Apparently there's always been water, and there's always been God. Did you know God created sea monsters, They're out there according to Genesis 1:21. Then in Genesis 1: 26, God said, "Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness-" Whom is this "Us," and, "Our?"
In Chapter 2, Eve comes alongside Adam, and the translator starts naming rivers. Now you know that's gonna' get everyone excited. Find all these rivers, find the garden of Eden. Good luck with that. The rivers are Pishon, Gihon, Tigris, and the Euphrates.
Skipping ahead to Genesis, Chapter: 10, is the story of Noah. Y'all know that just leads to more water.
I'll be back tomorrow with more questions.
See y'all then...
A KISS IS JUST A KISS
I've never been a great salesman. I shy away when asking people to contribute money. When Susie was alive, I did all I could to stay with her. I loved her so much, that I wanted to be by her side no matter what. God used y'all to make that possible.
I got myself in some trouble during all the goings, and comings. Some of y'all know what I mean, but that is working itself out.
God has been good to me and provided my day to day needs. So I'll leave with this. Why aren't Y'all downloading my books? I even have them on Amazon for free. Let me help y'all out here. I'm going to make it super-easy for you with a link. Here's the link. I do thank you. HERE IS THE LINK. CLICK AWAY
By the way, me and Larry Paris are going to spend some time on Friday evening putting together a jigsaw puzzle. (Larry doesn't know this yet)
Anyone that wants to join us is welcome. And don't worry yourselves about my awake hours. I'm up when I'm up. I'm asleep when I'm asleep. Let's get to readin' and talkin'.
One more thing a kiss is just a kiss, whether it's Ingrid Bergman or Katy Perry. Are you kidding me?