Psalm 93:4 (ESV) "Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty!"

Good morning and welcome. It is Wednesday, September 2, 2026, and I am thanking God for the couple of showers we received last evening. Sadly, after the tropical storm passed, many have suffered heavy rains, with one area receiving over 20 inches. If anyone has been around these parts very long, they are well aware of what can happen in these types of torrential downpours. I threw together the little Mrs. Claus tribute and messaged it to her to brighten her day. It did. Her recovery from surgery has been a slog, and we have more of the same for the foreseeable future. She has been a terrific patient except for the few times she became a wee bit unhappy with her caregiver, me, myself, and I. That didn't really bother me, not at all, hardly any, not in the least; you can tell, can't you? Ha! I also made her a new design for an angel food cake, and I served it with strawberry juice and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla. She loved it. I didn't whip the egg whites enough; therefore, the cake shall now be referred to as angel food flatbread. I actually thought about manna when I saw how it turned out. Ha! I also didn't use that special angel food cake pan since I didn't know how to operate it. I used one of those 10"x 13" pans instead. Lesson learned. I love watching the reels of Carter, the five-year-old chef from England. Haven't seen him? Look him up. His short cooking programs are great fun. I'm certain he would not have made the mistake I made.

 

I used the artificial intelligence ChatGPT utility to make that poster for the wife. And, yes, I am aware it has a problem getting the faces exactly correct. I am working on improving that area of use. I get complaints about it, especially from my boys who immediately blow up the generated images and text me how they don't look right. I'm working on it. Okay. I'm working on it. Here's the technical response for why this occurs: "Artificial intelligence struggles to copy faces from original photos because it builds images from mathematical patterns instead of actually 'seeing' or remembering a specific person." Most of the time, it is the thought that counts. If that turns out to be the worst problem I have today, I will thank God and move on. What's that? I could have moved on before I even gave the explanation? Thanks for your input. I will think about thinking about it. Later. I do hope most of you who read my blogs know that I do write a lot of tongue-in-cheek kinds of stuff. Just for the fun of it. I do hope you will recognize that and take it for what it's worth. Now. Get out there and enjoy the day God has given, continue to pray for those in need, and always, yes, always give God the glory that He and He alone deserves. Amen.

"In a world filled with chaos, our pets remind us to enjoy the simple moments." ~ copied

The wife likes it short; I like it scruffy long. The groomer tries to meet us in the middle; they then give me the standard: it will grow out, Sir. Ha!

Good morning, folks, and welcome. Today is Tuesday, where we are celebrating a brand new start to a brand new month, at least for this year, on September 1, 2026. Don't even get me started. According to our friends at Google Search, a man's head wash and haircut costs, on average, between $20 and $70. (The wife of my youth is my hairdresser.) We had Lil Miss Biscuit, our pup, groomed yesterday. Please don't even ask how much it cost. Shockingly outrageous. Think about this one. The wife often says if I am going to have a pup, we have to take care of the pup. My, how times have changed. When I grew up, the dogs that stayed around my grandparents' home- I'm not sure they were ever bathed, ever. Let me correct that. I believe I saw them once or twice out in the rain. Ha! They did get their free rabies shots when the Parish mobile unit came around. Now that I think about it, I do believe my grandfather would occasionally dip them in some awful-smelling stuff to kill some kind of lice or something. Fast forward to today, I do bathe our pup, but that's only a mere smidgen of the norm in taking care of a pet in these times. The veterinarian visit once a year can be very costly, and they track Biscuit as well as our medical plan tracks us. We buy the recommended food, which is the best that can be found; that is, until the vet clinic signs a new agreement with a different dog food company and then their product becomes the best that can be found. Forget about whether Lil Miss Biscuit is worth it. That's not even the point. Here's the national average spent: "Basic care—including food, routine vet visits, grooming, and supplies—averages about $4,272 per year per pet." We may be in the low to mid end of that cost projection; however, look how far we have come. Did I mention the variety of treats we have for our pup? I admit it. I am always looking for a different kind of treat because I wouldn't want her to suffer from monotony. Please forgive me, Paw Paw Mac, but I'm afraid this is how we roll these days. (Federal tax deduction for a child is $2,200 for this year, just saying.)

 

I noticed something the other day while riding my new exercise bike. I was playing a Japanese Samurai series on my phone with English subtitles. When the battle scenes became intense, I pedaled harder. What is that all about? I also noticed something while we were watching clips from the American Ninja Warrior TV series. I found myself straining to help people win even though the clips may have been from several years ago. Silly, don't you think? I asked my ever-present internet friend, Mr. Artificial Intelligence, about this situation. Here is his answer: "We root for people on television to win because our brains process them like real social connections and trigger emotional rewards when they succeed." No wonder my grandfather got so worked up watching the tiny black and white TV when the Russian professional wrestler was beating up on our American professional wrestling champion. We laughed at him back then. But who's laughing now? Even our pastor admits to hollering at the TV set when his team is playing. Before anyone writes me a letter about my viewing choices, I also hasten to inform my reading audience of the many hours of research I do pursuing the best presentation of God's Word for my Bible Study Class. Hours. Many. I just wanted to make it a wee bit harder for any naysayers lurking around seeking whom they might criticize. That's a joke, but if it finds a home where you are, remember what the preachers often say, "It's the hit dog that barks." Relax, I'm just having a little fun. Get out there and pedal a little harder. Do it for the Kingdom! Right? Amen.

"How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!" ~ John Muir, (1838-1914), Scottish-born American environmental philosopher.

Good morning and welcome. I am back at the old keyboard doing my thing on this Monday, August 31, 2026. We had a wonderful time at our local fellowship gathering yesterday, and I am happy to report that the wife continues to show progress in her recovery from esophageal surgery. Our son Jimmy should get some answers this week regarding his injured spine. As for yours truly, I continue in my support role here on the home front while still trying to wrap my head around what it feels like to be 80. Ha! Yesterday, I met a lady greeter at our local fellowship, and she volunteered that she was 90 years old. We have another lady who faithfully sings in our Church choir who is well into her 90s. There is a notable gender gap: among those who attain older age, the ladies maintain a 3-to-1 advantage over the men. One of the fastest-growing age groups by percentage is 90 and older, now exceeding 2 million. I've said all of that to say this: My life is in His hands. Those ladies I mentioned testify to how one can keep on keeping on as long as the Lord allows. Some call that fatalism. I call it faithalism. I know that's not a recognized word, but I am prone to make one up now and then. I recently heard a recognized celebrity say that what he knew about heaven sounded pretty boring to him. How absurd! Here is my faith response to that kind of dangerous viewpoint: From the Legacy Standard Bible, 1st John 3, Verse 2, "Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not been manifested as yet what we will be. We know that when He is manifested, we will be like Him, because we will see Him just as He is." I am anxiously awaiting the experience of this very truth. What say you?

I remain interested in figures of speech. Wordplay too. I read this one recently: "If I knew the difference between 'anecdote' and 'antidote', my friend would still be alive." There's this one: "A tourist asked an Irishman the best way to get to a certain castle. The Irishman asked if he was driving or walking. The tourist said he was driving. The Irishman replied, 'That's the best way.'" If you look at the definition of a figure of speech, it gets pretty lengthy.  From Grammarly, the software program I use: "A figure of speech is a creative use of language to generate an effect, enhance an expression, or evoke an emotion." Some examples include a simile, a metaphor, hyperbole, or an idiom. In my case, my approach is to sling slang onto the electronic page. Ha! What would you expect? I grew up where people could be madder than a wet hen, or maybe worn slap out. Things could get all cattywampus on you, or you might just get yourself overtaken by a hankering. Even as a kid, I flinched a little trying to understand my grandfather's lament, "I feel like I've been pulled through a rat hole backwards." I did know exactly what was meant when I heard, "I'm gonna tan your hide." My point? Is it any wonder I end up writing the way I do? I don't think I've ever used this one because I'm not sure exactly what it means, 'happier than a dead pig in the sunshine'. Maybe you do. Now y'all have yourselves a blessed day as God provides, y'all hear? Just get out there and do it. May God add His blessings. Amen.

This Buck Owens Song reminds me of when I first saw the girl of my dreams, now the wife of my youth: "I was looking back to see If you were looking back to see If I was looking back to see If you were looking back at me"

Okay. I have checked the calendar on this personal computer, and it agrees: Today is Friday, August 28, 2026. Thanks for showing up. I hope you know how encouraging it is to know you're keeping up with what's happening here at the ole blogger ranch. Thanks ever so much for your prayers on behalf of the wife of my youth in her recovery from surgery, and for our son Jimmy also in recovery from some cracked ribs and a fractured vertebra. She sees her primary care doctor today for a follow-up and her surgeon next week. Jimmy has an appointment next week to further examine his spine. Meanwhile, yours truly is pretty much wearing out his welcome as the self-appointed medical administrator. How do I know this? It has something to do with the decibel ratings coming from the patient side of the house, but I will save that for another day. Perhaps when I am out of town and out of range, if you get my drift. I may be 80 years young, but I am still in a learning mode. This happened to me the other day: I was sitting downstairs, and a really great idea came to me, and it involved making something on the computer. There have been times in my life when I would have been very proud of myself for coming up with that kind of idea. Not this time. I stopped. I looked up. I thanked God for His provision. You might think that somewhat lame, but at my age, you gain a better understanding that it all comes from Him and He deserves the praise for it. It does. He really does. Amen.

 

Does anyone know where I should turn in my nurse's uniform? That's a joke. The jacket that comes with it is a size 38-40, just in case you are interested. Still joking.  I'm thinking of adding these bedside skills to my resume. At 80, my resume is already quite lengthy. Think about it. Just listing the years takes a couple of pages. Ha! I know what many of you are thinking. The need for a resume, well, that train left the station a long time ago. And that it did; however, it doesn't mean I'm not adding new items all the time. When you no longer have anything to add, well, I think we all know what that means. Cue the dirge. I'm just joking around to try to make up for my sadness in being an unemployed male nurse. Ha! Okay. That's not only enough, but it was enough some time ago. Lord willing and as He provides, here is what I have in mind for the rest of this week and leading into next week. Ready? I will continue to get ready to finish getting ready for teaching the last two chapters in the Old Testament Book of Ruth. What a great writing preserved for our learning. (Romans 15:4) The wife said I could teach the entire book without even reading it again, but that's just her opinion. Here's the truth: Keep on studying because God shows us something different every time we do. He does. He really does. All of this studying is in preparation for what happens next week. That's right. My broken record keeps on keeping on; that is because I'm talking about Sunday, the first day of next week, and that's when we get to go to the meeting place of our local called-out assembly. Yay and Amen. God shows up in a special way when His people gather together to hear from Him. He does. He really does. Amen.

"Memory only becomes interesting through its struggle with forgetfulness." ~ Adrian Forty, Emeritus Professor of Architectural History at The Bartlett, the Faculty of the Built Environment at University College London.

Still mixed up here at the ole blogger ranch. Yesterday was not Thursday; it was Wednesday; therefore, today is actually Thursday, August 27, 2026. Unlike what I was always told, we don't lose that many brain cells each day; however, as we age, we do have issues connecting to them. As in the wiring, or synapses, as they are designated. Back in my previous work life in a galaxy far, far away, one of the things I was responsible for was connecting folks to the data center mainframes, a similar situation. All sorts of things could happen to interrupt connectivity. In this feeble example, in my situation, that would be aging- my friend- yes, connectivity issues because of aging. All of the information I need, all of the memories I have, including precise backgrounds, telephone numbers, addresses, birthdays, relationships, connections, it is all still intact, but alas, the connections themselves are both tired and frayed. You should not be surprised when you see me at times practicing a new look: the blank stare. Here is a bit of good news. I still can experience what it means to have God's Spirit bear witness with my spirit that I am His child. (My representation of the truth expressed in Romans 8:16)  I may even have better news. Since I am His child and I have been sealed for eternity by His Spirit, nothing can ever change my Father-Child relationship, not even if I lose my ever-loving mind. (2nd Timothy 2:13)  My point? To my older friends and neighbors: Try not to fret over not being able to remember things like you did earlier in life because that is a very natural thing that happens to us. Instead, thank the Lord that He is still with us, period. Give Him all the glory and praise. Amen.

 

 

One way to deal with issues like forgetfulness is to learn to laugh about it, yep, learn to laugh, even at yourself. That's always been a tough one for me, but I am working on it. There's the one about the older guy telling his doctor about how forgetful he is becoming. The doctor's response was to tell him to please pay in advance. ~ My memory is getting really bad. Do I come here often? ~ One older chicken to another: My memory is getting so bad, yesterday I couldn't remember why I crossed the road. ~ Instead of going down Memory Lane, I'm now traveling on Memory Loss Lane. ~ I'll take remembering things for $200, please. ~ And the list goes on and on. I do realize that if memory loss is associated with chronic illnesses like dementia or Alzheimer's, it is no laughing matter. But age-related memory issues are a fact of life. My wife often says I have great recall. To be honest, she doesn't say that nearly as much as she used to. And that's okay. I am amused by how I often pause in the middle of telling something while my personal search engine inside my pea-sized brain looks for the next phrase. Get my point? Oh well, I am beginning to get used to hearing the wife tell me that I've already told that story. I usually say it is worth telling again, but she says it might be, but not right after you've told it. Is this a great country or what? Are we having fun or what? Thanks for tuning in, and may God add His blessings. Amen.

2 Peter 1:3 ~ English Standard Version ESV ~ "His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, ...."

Welcome to where I find myself doing my best to get my days straightened out. I completely lost last Friday in the stuff we were working through here at the ole blogger ranch. Then it happened again yesterday. Today is Thursday, August 26, 2026, and I am thankful that the wife of my youth is making progress each day after fairly serious esophageal surgery. And our son Jimmy, who suffered a fractured vertebra after a severe seizure, is doing better too. I know the wife is better because she and I have begun trading testy remarks again. In doing so, she makes me laugh. Yes. Out loud. LOL. My being the chief medical nursing provider is enough to make anyone laugh. I am becoming very familiar with the blender since all of her food intake has to be liquefied. I even read the instructions before I started using the machine. That may not be a first, but it was important to get it right. I heard one of our associate pastors praying for her on the speaker phone. He prayed not only for her and our son Jimmy, but he also mentioned her caregiver, me. I appreciate that, while at the same time we both signed up for whatever happens in our lives on that frigid cold Louisiana night back in December of 1964. Everyone should know how grateful I am to God for allowing me the wherewithal and strength to serve those I love. I'm reminded of the response slogan often heard from our friends at Chick-fil-A. My pleasure. I feel that way as I go about this, that, and the other. Tomorrow may be a different story, so stay tuned. Who knows what may be on the front burner then. Again. I thank God. I do. I really do. 

 

With all that's been going on here, I don't know much at all about the current news cycle. If something really big is happening, text me. Ha. Isn't it interesting that when you have other things to occupy your time, you no longer worry about those kinds of 24-hour cycles made up mostly of blather forth and back designed to capture one's time, and they are good at doing just that. Okay. Yesterday. A not-so-funny thing happened on my way to having a somewhat normal day. Our son Jimmy had a couple of medical appointments, but on his way, he had a blowout on his front right tire. He called me and said he needed help because of his back. No doubt. I got there and found the car leaning on a fairly steep incline, but I did get it jacked up, got the bad tire off, and was ready to mount the spare when bam!, the jack gave way, and the car fell flat on the ground. After trying to figure out what we might do, we settled on calling a wrecker. Not to tow the car but to lift it up so we could put the spare on. It was super hot, my friend, super hot. It took the wrecker nearly an hour to get there, and because of that steep incline, the driver tried a half dozen or more positions to get his wheel lift mechanism under the car. Finally, we decided to try to carjack to lift it enough to help. The driver was a young man but burly and strong. He and I got down on the ground, and his big hands dug out under the car enough to get the jack under it. While down there, I learned he was from a nearby town, was married with three children, and we talked about Church. His parents go to a local assembly across the freeway from where we live. After lots of using the body tools- our hands, God gave us to dig with- we got it jacked a few inches. He was then able to lift it with the wrecker. He changed the tire. We shook hands, and I wished him Godspeed as he left for his next call. I've never experienced any oxen in any ditches, but I do know a little about a car being in one. Ha! Granny Mac was right, my friend. If it's not one thing, it's something else. Thank God for His provisions. Yes. Thank God. Amen.

Hebrews 10:25 ~ Amplified Bible ~ ".... not forsaking our meeting together [as believers for worship and instruction], as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more [faithfully] as you see the day [of Christ’s return] approaching."

Thank God. It's Monday. TGIM. Wait a minute; it should be thank God for every minute of every hour for every day, period. Amen. I bid you a hearty hello and welcome to our visit today on August 24, 2026. I didn't say we are thankful for every situation we find ourselves in; however, we are thankful to Him in every situation because, as believers, He will never leave us nor will He ever forsake us. (Hebrews 13:5, Deuteronomy 31:6-8, and Joshua 1:5) The wife of my youth and I want to express our sincere appreciation for the many prayers going up on behalf of her recovery from surgery and also for Jimmy's current situation, where he is dealing with a fractured vertebra brought on by the severe seizure he recently had. Granny Mac used to say, "Well, if it's not one thing, it's something else." That, my friend, is how life unfolds. It is. It really is. Need more? When it rains, it pours. We're dealing with more things than you can shake a stick at. Even more? Why is everybody picking on me? No matter how you say it, we are not promised a tip-toe through the tulips in our sojourn here on the planet. We are not. We really are not. Here's what I say about our current difficulties: How thankful I am for God's enabling that permits me to deal with these challenges. He is good. He is really good. He is. He really is. In the coming days, I might say something different. The good news? Nothing about Him changes, but with me, it seems like at times you just have to check which way the wind is blowing. Even when I am wobbly, He isn't. That's good to know, folks. It is. It really is. Amen.

 

I can tell you one thing. David writing in the Old Testament was right. He was. He really was. When he said, as recorded in Psalm 122:1, "I was glad when they said to me, 'Let us go to the house of the LORD.'" (as rendered in the New Living Translation, NLT) Yesterday, I was able to experience exactly David's sentiment when I attended services at our local called-out assembly or church, if you prefer. I left the ailing wife of my youth with my ailing middle son to see after her, but I literally had, as they say, my socks blessed off by meeting with brothers and sisters in Christ who love one another and care. Our life group was a blessing because that's where we can get personal with one another. I was able to shake hands, hug necks, and share some laughs before the lesson began. I gave an update on my wife and our son to the class and told a couple of jokes. I told them I was yet to use Paw Paw Mac's admonition, "It will feel much better when it quits hurting," and his other, "You have the same clothes to get glad in." I also told some of the guys one I read; it goes like this: The wife is really, really angry. When this happens, you should get a towel or blanket and tie it around her neck and then pronounce her to be 'Super Angry'. One of two things will happen: She will laugh, or you will die. After hearing a lesson from the Book of Ruth, I went to the choir practice room where we went over the special song to be sung. We then had a wonderful time of worship, and the lyrics of the songs chosen touched my heart deeply. Next, we heard our pastor expound the Word of God from 2nd Thessalonians. Our pastor preaches through The Scriptures, verse by verse. That, by the way, is how The Scriptures were written and delivered, inspired by Holy Spirit God. I felt refreshed. I felt loved from above and from those there in the meeting place. I hurried to my vehicle and made my way back home, knowing how glad I was to have been at the meeting place of our local called-out assembly.  You should try it. You should. You really should. As I am click-clacking on the keyboard, Lil Miss Biscuit is lying behind me in my typing chair, and our touching each other has my back all warmed up. That's what happens when you fellowship with other believers and hear from God; it warms your heart, and you can do the same for them. Amen.