In Castle they call it writer's block, in many other places the same. I call it failure to cognitively assemble coherent thought patterns.
Something like this.
Just don't call it country.
But sometimes it's Love!
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Veteran's Day has come and gone. So have many wars. Men, women, and children have lived and died in them but here in this country we have a day set aside for those that serve and another day especially for those who died in that service called Memorial Day. Of my father's brothers, the only one I know of who was wounded in World War II was Uncle Jody. Daddy had his experience in the north Pacific but lived to tell the tale. For me, I experienced nothing but peacetime service but several cousins fought in Viet Nam suffering injury both physical and mental. The next generation (my son) is currently serving in the Army and in his short time he has experienced much of war in foreign lands. War has never been a good solution, but there is little choice many times because it only takes one to wage war but all to have peace. This is something history has proven to us many times, yet we still forget. Thus is the doom of all countries and the world. We will repeat the cycles of history till Christ returns never having done better than our furthest ancestors. Yet the opportunity for each of us as individuals to do what is right is still there. We can still follow in the footsteps of Enoch or better yet, Jesus. If we all choose to walk the path of the Messiah one step at a time maybe there is yet hope for more than a faithful remnant. Serve God above self and see where it leads you. The path is more than enlightened, it is fully revealed in the end.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
This is probably a cactus.
Whatever it is it makes a pretty flower that blooms at night.
God has a sense of Humor.
And I love it.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
To the Gravy I say Yo bro, you right on. Write as the Spirit guides and work to please God. If mankind don't get it, it is on them, not you.To GB I say, I'll stick to tobasco. 10K is plenty warm enough.
And to my 9 grandaughters I say "Good night sweathearts, good night." And lastly I say to my two grandsons, go to bed and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.
Love to all the rest in the world and the ships at sea..