Posted on 04/08/2005 4:26:16 PM PDT by Eaker
Continued prayers for your recovery.
I just read on another thread that Carlo3b had been off for a few months fighting his own bout of cancer.
Thank You for Your Hand of Comfort, Peace, and Healing over our FRiend, Dear Lord. We Praise You for All You have Done, and for All You will yet Do. Be Glorified in the Lives of Your cherished children, and Grant Texas Cowboy the Greatest Blessings of Heaven.
Guide All who Minister to Your child in Every Step they Take, Your Own Wisdom being Imparted to them, with Your Grace. Wrap Your child in Your Wonderful Love, Your Presence Abidibg with him, Day by Day. We Love You, our Merciful Master, and Pray in Thy Name, and for Thy Glory, amen.
While everyone has a favorite place for their "Walk In The Garden" to talk with God, my best 'conversations' with Him have been while driving -- okay, so He three times had to intervene to protect me! lol
This afternoon found me on the road for a JOY RIDE!! --
but to experience the land at the height of summer, and commune with Him...mentioning your name often...
Drawn by lovely blue skies and huge billowing clouds (the latter a rarity here), I traced a back road to Bamberg.
It was glorious to see green everywhere, rains plentiful this year. I drank in the vistas of rolling terrain, treed sections alternating with farmlands -- rolled haybales ready for horses and bovines...crops maturing, with corn tasseled, soybeans looking fine.
One large farm emterprise apparently is fuel conscious -- three men (in their 40's?) were going from a house, down the road I was on a few dozen yards. and into a field on the other side - economically, and with ease, each one on a four wheeler, rather than pickup trucks!! -- lol
Made perfect sense, able to go where there are no roads and/or tight spaces...
This particular state road crosses over what is a major earthquake fault line, prime to any day split asunder...did not lollygag there..:))
Absent were the beautiful black and white cattle of an old established farm, remembered from the last 10 years -- but on the return journey, deviating to other back roads nearby, found they'd merely been "moo-ved" to the back side of the farm - and along this road were even more beautiful farms with bigger, better, greener everything, cropwise!!
As we've agreed, connecting with God as we view His Creations has a positive, regenerating effect upon our souls!
Thus it was today, and I "willed" some of that new energy to flow to you to fortify you for the fight that lies just over the horizon...
Blessings flowing your way,
~ LadyX
Church Feud
There was a feud between the Pastor and the Choir Director of The Hicksville Southern Baptist Church.
It seems the first hint of trouble came when the Pastor preached on "dedicating yourselves to service" and the Choir Director chose to sing: "I Shall Not Be Moved."
Trying to believe it was a coincidence, the Pastor put the incident behind him. The next Sunday he preached on "giving."
Afterwards, the choir squirmed as the director led them in the hymn: "Jesus Paid It All."
By this time, the Pastor was losing his temper. Sunday Morning attendance swelled as the tension between the two built.
A large crowd showed up the next week to hear his sermon on "The Sin of Gossiping,"
Would you believe the Choir Director selected: "I Love To Tell The Story?"
There was no turning back. The following Sunday the Pastor told the congregation that unless something changed, he was considering resignation.
The entire church gasped when the Choir Director led them in: "Why Not Tonight?"
Truthfully, no one was surprised when the Pastor resigned a week later, explaining that Jesus had led him there and Jesus was leading him away.
The Choir Director could not resist: "What A Friend We Have In Jesus."
I don't know about TC----
but your descripton of your "joy" ride, sure did my soul some good. You are very good at giving "soul medicine", LadyX.
It brought back some wonderful memories, as your stories seem to do. My mother's parents had a farm in Iowa/Missouri (it straddled the state's line). When I was 3-12 we went there very summer for two weeks...
It was so wonderful, watching Grandpa milking the cows, but my favorite was watching him use the milk separator....it was just the neatest thing. I never did figure out how a machine could figure out which part was milk, and which part was cream!!!
Then, we would go to the garden, and pick huge fresh strawberries for breakfast...yummy!!!
I could go on and on, but unlike you, I am not a story-teller. I have a feeling though, that I will be taking a "joy ride" in my head tonight while going to sleep.
I wish I could have been with you today. I would have loved to ride and just look at the world as you do. Surely, God's sun does shine down on you, sweet lady.
Have a good evening, LadyX.
Thank you for another story.
sleuth
Sure enjoyed the "Joy Ride" with ya, LadyX. Gonna have to take one of those off the beaten path drives soon.
Da Boys are gonna go cruisin' again tonight with the Beach Boys blastin' away on the tape deck.
One of those so intriguing Mysteries of Life!!
When I was a little girl in Coral Gables, Florida, one of my special *chores* was to go out the kitchen door, and from the step, bring in the glass bottle(s) of milk, twisted wire holding firmly the cap over the bottle.
Each household made weekly orders for the amount and frequency of doorstep delivery, depending upon size of family and their needs; a milkman with truck making the rounds.
Another chore was going to the driveway to get the daily newspaper flung there - Sunday was a race to get it before my two older sisters, thus able to get first "dibs" on the Sunday funnies!
At 9 1/2, though, Life Changed, moving to a rural setting and having our own milk cow...learned how to milk Bessie myself - help Webb in the 4-acre garden - fish in the canals with him with a bamboo pole, hook with minnow - and often caught up 6 to 9 lb. bass!!
When I used the fancy rods and reels we had purchased, with brightly colored "lures," fishing usually resulted in 'Zilch'..:))
Webb knew that, and just when the watermelons were at their peak to place in the pond to cool...and...
Obviously, I have been greatly blessed with Good Lessons...
LOL---Both my daughter and my son have Golden Retrievers, but I don't think either Cisco or Nico have fancy 4th of July headbands!!!!
Just too, cute!!!
Rest well - sleep well --
dream well...
(if you are fortunate, you will hear a DI calling cadence
for your sleeptime lullaby..:))
Ha! Smoochies Sistah. Great minds.....etc.
A little late but with a lot of amens.
Thanks again for holding the night shift.
Incredible, isn't it?!
I posted the lead-in -- you came along 53 seconds later with yours!!
Some 400 or so miles apart; but never really apart...
Indeed you have Marine, indeed you have.
Being an engineer, this old Cat knows how the separator works. But I won't tell and spoil the fun of not knowing. :)
My grandmother had a huge garden, also. They had chickens, and pigs (we would recoil when we saw/smelled the slop that the pigs were fed, LOL), and of course cows.
The driveway to the house had huge mulberry trees covering it, and we has purple feet from going barefoot! Also, out in the cow pastures, there were gooseberries bushes, and every year, my grandfather would bet us a nickel that we couldn't eat a gooseberry without making a face. I NEVER, EVER, was able to eat one with out puckering up! LOL
You are right about having enough food. I don't know what they had to got to the store for, except coffee, cereal and such...they raised their own meat and vegetables!!!
The corn fields had watermelon plants planted between the rows...they used every inch of the land.
Isn't it fun reminiscing? Also, on my part, a little sad. I have always lived in the "country" until I got married, and I miss it.
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