One writer talking about going to the fair, "Chasing dreams and making memories."

Hello once again. This is not the TV show 'Days of Our Lives', but, it is the record of how our lives unfold, typically, on a daily basis and this one lands at the virtual front door, like the old days of newspapers, on this Wednesday, October 28, 2025. One of these days one of our grands or great grands might want to find out more about their MiMi and Poppy. That happened already when our Rodney and I did a lot of research trying to discover the convoluted Abbott clan we descended from. We had some success. Last Sunday, the Lord's Day Sunday, we had what can only be called a chaotic start at our Church meeting place property. A big storm had rolled in and it did a number on the power. Because of the size of our complex, it is fed from multiple power sources. This meant we had some power but in other places we did not. It was a BIG day in that we were celebrating visitors, our friends, after weeks of special emphasis of inviting friends and neighbors. The facilities crew were working in frantic mode as they got set up to do the entire service outside. We are talking about seating for and feeding of well over 1,000 people. About the time they readied everything, the power came back on. New plan. We now were to have regular life group gatherings and we would have a first and second service in the main auditorium as we do each Sunday. Whiplash time. We did our best to comply, had our life groups, then our worship and preaching services and then on to the feeding and the entertainment. We had all kinds of booths and activities. This is where even the old people can get involved. Our life group was responsible for the Spill the Milk game. I can't remember having anything to do with this game except for back in the day (mid 1950's through the early 1960's) when we went to the fall parish fair in our rural area of Louisiana. They always had the knock down the bottles throwing game. For us in that area, just seeing the carnival workers was in and of itself an education. Talk about rough looking? The inside rumor was always how they rigged the games where very few could win. I did go one year with that preacher's daughter who would later become my wife. Yep. I can't remember if we did the spill the milk game but I feel certain I did several to try and impress her. This past Sunday our game was very popular and we had teams set up to relieve each other in handling the game. The wife tried her luck and as you can see in the photo she was very happy with her performance. Me? I loved loving on the kids. I did not care how long it took for them to knock over the bottles because no one was to leave my time there until they won a prize. They accused me of giving too many chances. I replied they should think about how many times Jesus has forgiven our sins. (1st John 1:9) At any rate, that brought on silence along with a groan from the line. A blessed day, the Gospel went forth, people were saved, some were baptized, and a good time was had by all involved. Amen and Amen.

I have been accused of not knowing when to quit. Each story teller does it their way. The Apostle Paul was inspired in his writings and they have some really long run-on sentences. His were divinely inspired. Mine are not. Some of them may be inspirational if they reflect God's truth, but, the story telling is what it is. I have often said that everyone has their story to tell along with their life experiences. This blogging adventure has allowed me to share many of mine. I would say storytelling is like a box of chocolates, however, someone told me that one had already been taken. I do know some people who have never told their story. I think that's sad, but, it is their choice not to share. I'm sure many have good reasons. Like, maybe, a difficult life or many tragic experiences. I get it. I've had quite a few of those myself, but, think about it. Those experiences of all kinds are the fabric of our sojourn here on the planet. Those who come after me will have at least some material to review, as of today, 3,778 written recordings of this, that, and the other from my life. I thank God for still being able to recall, period. That's a blessing. I give Him the praise. Y'all get out there and make some stories for others to profit by. Y'all hear, now? Don't make me come out there. Sorry, I just remembered how often I heard that one growing up. May God add His blessings. Amen.