TIME ON MY HANDS

The work scheduled for this entire week has been postponed. Oh, what shall I do with all that free time. Nothing else was scheduled. What’s scheduled gets done.

I think I shall write A LOT.

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BLUE RIBBON POETRY

A word to the wise

One would surmise

Would be sufficient

It isn’t.

I wrote this for a county fair in Apache County, Arizona. Won a blue ribbon. It was the first year I was not the judge for the creative writing ribbons.

It is something in my life that is a simple statement of what I have found to be true. Most folks just don’t take good advice. They don’t even listen to it. I remember walking up to the display after the judging to see what ribbons went to each piece entered. My joy leaped as I saw the blue ribbon on my four lines in the middle of one piece of paper. It was dashed somewhat when I heard a man say to his wife, “That’s the dumbest poetry I have ever read.” My heart leaped when the wife rebutted, “It’s you to a tee, my dear.”

Be blessed and write.

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Birthdays and beyond

My last post was on the 30th of December, my birthday. My 72 birthday. Many was the time when I was told I would never live to tell about it, whatever it was. Here I am through no special power of my own, but by the Grace of God. Some would say blind stupid luck and there was a time I would have agreed with them. But, God is not blind, nor is He stupid, and He surely does not need to rely on luck.

In my years I have done and been many things. How about you? Did you stay in a rut? Or, did you live life to the fullest walking with God even when you thought it was your idea and your luck?

Anyhow, God has given me much. I always wanted to be a cowboy with horses and cows. He gave me that. I always wanted to be a story teller, some would say I talk to much, God gave me that. The greatest thing in my life, except for God and loved ones, is the privilege of seeing my books in print, being purchased, and sitting on my bookshelf.

Why do you write? What is your greatest joy? Tell the world about it, write.

MERRY CHRISTMAS is the password.

MERRY CHRISTMAS is the word of the day. You hear it, sing it, and return in. Is a conscious thought involved? Merry,  happy, joyfilled, Christmas.  Christmas, mas – a celebration,  Christ – the babe in a stinky, fly-filled, crowded, noisy stable because no one cared. He cared enough to rise to show us how to live and then, like the warrior he is, died for you on the battlefield of heaven so you can be the person the Creator wants you to be, which is a person beyond your wildest imaging.  Accept the gift he made for you with his own hands.

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