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