"Fatigue is the best pillow." - Benjamin Franklin

Good morning and welcome. Today is Friday, the 13th, yikes, 2026. I put the yikes in there as a joke because for believers there is absolutely no room for any and all superstitious thoughts. Got it? Good. I am back from a first of the day appointment with the cardiologist. He was a very young doctor but we had a great visit with, hopefully, good results. The drug the hospital gave me and kept me on is a beta blocker used to significantly slow down the heart and one of the major side effects is fatigue. I have the major side effect. They gave me that drug because of what they read to be a heart-fib event. This doctor agreed that it appears that was a one off occurrence so he is taking me off of that drug. Hallelujah! He wants me to continue the prescribed blood thinner and get rid of the baby aspirin. Good, again. This young fellow was a big fan of Santa. He said I happened to be perhaps the thinnest Santa and even maybe the healthiest Santa he had seen. We talked more about my Santa adventures than we did about my heart, but, I don't need to see him again for a year. I left feeling good and maybe when this heart pill fades, maybe, just maybe I will begin to begin having some returned energy. The bottom line: I thank God, for His provision even with these medical people and I give Him the honor for it all. Amen.

 

Update on our son Jimmy. He continues to be hospitalized for treatment dealing primarily with his sodium level. When that is resolved, he will return to the mental facility for discharge. We thank so many who have prayed for our son. He has many challenges and we as his caretakers do too, especially his mom. We appreciate all the prayers and may God bless him and those praying for him. Amen.

 

I wanted to leave with a positive thought or two. How about two? One is the five years we had with a legendary pet, Sir Bentley Barksalot, Esq. He is still remembered, talked about here in our home and with others as well. Next is the self appointed queen of our domicile, none other than the one and only Little Miss Biscuit. In March she will observe her second birthday and thus far I would say she is demonstrating her version of terrific two's. She is one loving dog. She loves to snuggle. She gets under my chin and rubs her head against my beard. And, she, with very little exception, loves any and everyone. She might not warm up to someone who is hostile towards her but she might just try. I could learn something from how she loves. My guess is you could too. Now. We've had a busy week and I now have a better understanding how walking all over the acreage at the hospital complex nearly put my lights out. But, we should have that fixed soon. Y'all have a blessed Valentines Day and may love, the kind God would want us to have, may that be the love we show. Then, on the First Day of the Week, show up where the people of God gather to show love towards The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit, you know, the meeting place, often called Church. Amen? Yes and Amen!

"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different." ~ C. S. Lewis

Today is Thursday, February 12, 2026, and, I find myself squeezed into my chair since Lil Miss Biscuit has decided to take up more than her fair share. Sorry, Paw Paw Mac, I know you would never allow any dog into the house, much less have one sit beside you in a chair. But, my how the times have changed. I just looked down at her and said this, "I sure hope you are comfortable." I'm not sure she recognizes sarcasm because she seems very pleased with herself at the moment. That cartoon and caption is from the early 1900's. I used it because I have been reading some jokes told during that time period. Ditty's like this one from 1908: "I didn't know raw oysters were healthy." "I never heard one complaining about being sick." Here's one from 1916, but I doubt seriously if my grandfather ever read or heard it, he would have been 16 at the time: "Well did he pay you?", the wife of the dentist inquired after he had gone to collect a bill for a full set of teeth he had made. "Pay me!" growled the dentist. "Not only did he refuse to pay me but he had the effrontery to gnash at me----with my own teeth." I know humor has changed, perhaps some for the better but alas, no doubt, much as become much more vulgar. So much so, they now have a group of comedians who identify themselves as Clean in order to distinguish themselves from the norm. This next cartoon funny is from 1911: 

I rather think, in our culture today, we've all been conditioned to laugh out loud at stuff that would likely have been considered inappropriate back in those days. I remember Granny Mac telling about how Paw Paw would ride a horse up to see her when they first had begun to like each other. She said he would wear his hat tilted to one side. Then she would laugh and laugh. She seemed to greatly enjoy those recollections. Me? I guess I would have had to have been there. Ha!

 

Last week our praise team and choir did the Gaither song, "Because He Lives". Even though I've sung and heard sung that song hundreds of times, it was a very special moment in our service. It's super special to our family because our baby sister, Kayla, who died of leukemia at age 27 asked it to be sung at her homegoing service. She wanted the lyrics changed from 'because He lives I can face tomorrow' to 'because He lives I can face today'. She said she had learned during her many months of dealing with her illness the true meaning of taking it one day at a time. That song is now considered one of the most beloved hymns, featured prominently in churches, funeral services, and various recordings, with one popular YouTube video alone receiving over 92 million views. A worldwide standard. Thanks Gloria and Bill Gaither for your many years of serving the Lord and making music that has been impactful for time and eternity. There's a country song recorded by the late George Jones that asks a question, "Who's Gonna Fill their Shoes?" I often wonder that same thing about the Gaither's. I do hope you enjoy the testimony represented in that song, "Because He Lives", I do, I really do. Until next time, keep on keeping on and don't forget to remember to remember to praise God from whom all blessings flow. Amen.

Peppermint Patty: “You can’t tell me what I should feel, Marcie. You can only tell me what you feel.” — From a 1981 exchange after Marcie gently suggests Patty is overreacting to a bad grade.

~ Note: I'm just back from the ER where our Jimmy was being treated for extreme low sodium. He has been in a mental health facility for the past 12 days and they transported him to the ER when his sodium bottomed out. He seems to be alert and doing well after having received a couple of bags of saline solution. The mental health professionals are now wondering if his most recent mental issues may have been caused or exacerbated by this sodium issue. He is supposed to be discharged from the mental health facility later today, if, they are able to move him back to that facility. It reminds me of the saying, "It's always something!" And, that it is. Prayers appreciated. Thanks. ~

 

I woke up this morning and I learned something new. What was it? First, it's Wednesday, February 11, 2026 and whether you know it or not, older people do typically need to consult a calendar because days of the week are not so critical except for things like Church related functions and the very important, doctors' appointments. And, I also learned that today is National Peppermint Patty Day. I did not know that. Did you? It's okay to express your appreciation for the Peanuts comic strip because it has been and to a large extent continues to be part of the fabric of the life of kids with lessons for kids of all ages. Okay. For those who are Christ followers, the role of faith cannot be overlooked as demonstrated in the work of Charles Shultz, the strip creator. Take the time to read a little about him: ~ Charles Schulz (1922–2000), creator of Peanuts, was a deeply reflective Christian whose faith, though complex and evolving, heavily influenced his work. Raised with limited religious background, he later became an active Bible study teacher, churchgoer, and Methodist, often incorporating over 560 religious references into his comic strips. He famously insisted on including the Gospel of Luke in A Charlie Brown Christmas, viewing his work as a form of ministry. Key details regarding Schulz's faith include: Active Involvement: In Minnesota, he was involved with a Church of God, leading Bible studies and street evangelism. Later in California, he was active in a United Methodist Church. Theological Perspective: His faith was not rigid; while he believed in Jesus Christ and respected the Bible, he was also described as having a nuanced or sometimes secular humanist perspective in his later years. "Peanuts" as Ministry: Schulz considered his cartoons a platform to share his beliefs, stating, "I preach in these cartoons," and felt that Bible verses were for everyone, not just for church. "A Charlie Brown Christmas" against executive advice, he insisted on Linus reciting the story of Jesus' birth to define the "true meaning of Christmas". View on Religion: He believed faith should be brought to the public, and was often frustrated by critics who felt his work was too religious. ~ (copied from a Google search.) I will admit I am still angry at Lucy for always jerking that football away from Charlie Brown, but, I am thankful for someone who went against the grain in holding to his Christian beliefs. May we be encouraged to wear our identity in Christ by showing His love to others. Amen.

 

I am so looking forward to seeing the cardiologist on this upcoming Friday. Those folks helping me in the hospital added two new drugs to my regimen. One is a blood thinner taken alongside the baby aspirin I've been on for years. The other is a drug that slows down my heart and helps keep my blood pressure lower. I already take a blood pressure medication, but, they advised I should take this one too. My BP is lower these days, like 100/56. The other evening it hit me. I, at times, have trouble believing what a slow learner I can be. I've been fretting for days about how difficult it has been for me to snap back after that little hospital episode. Duh! Knocking the bottom out of my blood pressure and thinning out my blood just might have played a role in me not recovering quickly. That's my main goal for Friday's visit. Find out if I should stay on these new meds. Their objective will be to check out my heart and I may undergo more testing, but, all of the tests done in the hospital are readily available online for them to review. Those test results are now available sometimes before you get home from the medical center. I look at mine. I know. That can be dangerous because I have in the past and no doubt can today make wrong assumptions based on my reading of the test results. They often are coded or at least to the untrained eye they use terminology I am not familiar with. But, I look up the words and hear what Web MD and others have to say. I have actually stressed over something I think I spotted in a test only to find out from the doctor that given the combination of factors involved, it wasn't a problem at all. While I typically don't like to be proven wrong I will take that response any day of the week and twice on Sunday. I suppose it will all come out in the wash, or, at least, that's what Granny Mac used to say. Y'all take care now, you hear? And, may God add His blessings. Amen.

 

"The strength of a community is built on the respect it shows to its elders." — Anonymous

Hello and welcome to Tuesday, February 10, 2026. It's another day here in the neighborhood where I am slinging keystrokes here, there, and everywhere onto the electronic page. The photo comes courtesy of the Artificial Intelligence, AI, utility ChartGPT. The images are real photos of yours truly. I posted the images and asked the utility to show me looking at me in the mirror. That's how it came about. There is no doubt great potential for this milestone development and that potential can be for good or as has been warned by many, it can be used for evil like we've not seen before. In the world of services like medical practice, it well could be of great assistance. At the same time, things like criminal activities, fraud, intrusion into the personal lives of individuals, and, even more sinister operations, well, that potential is there too. Right now people are enjoying the use of the tool in playful ways, manipulating photos, making cartoon images and memes, and the like. Meanwhile, the gurus that know a lot about the power of this engine of ingenuity forecast great caution as we pursue its use. One of the masters of the development of this utility had this to say, “AI will be the best or worst thing ever for humanity.” ~ Elon Musk  Another expert, “Technology is a useful servant but a dangerous master.” ~ Christian Lous Lange  I also read where some preachers are already using AI to prepare their sermons and I spoke to a college student who said the teaching staff warned them not to use AI in their school work and, to know they had programs that could identify if they were using that technology. Maybe they are using AI to detect if AI is being used. I suppose it is something yet to be unpacked and I like this quote from the Great One himself, "I skate to where the puck is going to be, not where it has been." ~ Wayne Gretzky. I'm not sure it offers much in this discussion, but, I like it anyway. What say you? 

 

I tend to be a wee bit obsessed with what it means to be an older person. I admit it. I do find what others before me have found and that has to do with how little revelance we as older folks have in this modern world. I will not apologize for what may sound self serving but here are some inspired words from the Lord God of heaven regarding those who are called the elderly,  "Stand up in the presence of the elderly, and show respect for the aged. Fear your God. I am the Lord." (Leviticus 19:32 NLT) ~ "Never speak harshly to an older man, but appeal to him respectfully as you would to your own father… Treat older women as you would your mother" (1 Timothy 5:1-2 NLT) ~ "In the same way, you who are younger, submit yourselves to your elders. All of you, clothe yourselves with humility toward one another, because, ‘God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble’" (1 Peter 5:5 NIV) ~ "Wisdom belongs to the aged, and understanding to the old." (Job 12:12 NLT). I am thankful I was given the opportunity to show respect for my parents and grandparents. I'm thankful I have no regrets. However, in our world today we hear about incidents where children of aging parents have gone out of their way to take advantage of their parents. WRONG! I can't even imagine how one would be able to sleep at night. But, I know, folks like me are accused of wanting to rain of everybody's parade. I hope it rains hard. Just me. Just a wee bit of a rant, but, come on people, get a grip and show the respect that older people deserve. I think I need a cup of Community and a time out, then, I will be better. May God help us all is my prayer. Amen. 

Proverbs 21:1 New Living Translation ~ "The king’s heart is like a stream of water directed by the LORD; he guides it wherever he pleases."

Good morning and welcome to today's edition, subtitled: This, That, and the Other. Today is Monday, February 9, 2026, and, I do hope you are off to a good start. Let me say again how thankful I am for some of the positive changes taking place in our nation since this last presidential election. My recent story about President Trump was for the most part well received. I did receive a number of comments. Some indicated their belief that Trump was directly appointed by God to return our nation to our roots. I do believe God is involved, see today's title, and I do believe He can use those in office to work His will and His way. After all, it is God who said the pagan King Nebuchadnezzar was His servant, raised up to bring judgment on His rebellious people. (Jeremiah 27:6 and 43:10) Therefore, I believe there has been a new found freedom for believers to openly express a testimony for the Lord Jesus Christ. And, our current administration has had a positive influence on this changed attitude. The Charlie Kirk assassination has also made a huge impact on Christians being willing to stand up and be counted for the Lord. God can use Donald J. Trump in the same way He used King Nebuchadnezzar. While some seem to want to make him some kind of a Christian Icon, I cannot forget the interview where he spoke specifically about his religious leanings. Frank I. Luntz, the interviewer, asked this very pointed question, "Have you ever asked God for forgiveness?" Trump's answer, "I am not sure I have, I just go and try to do a better job from there. I don't think so. I think, if I do something wrong, I think I just try to make it right. I don't bring God into that picture. I don't." That doesn't change my reason for voting for him but it does put into perspective his view of his relationship with the Lord. I'm glad he has decided to align himself with those who do profess Christ and I don't really question why he has done it whether it is for the votes or because he wants to return our nation to her roots. I will not go into detail but I will tell you that some of the people he has chosen as his spiritual advisers are truly suspect in terms of their fidelity to the word of God. I say all of that to say this, as a follow-up, I am thankful that many believing folks are coming out of the closet, so to speak, many on national broadcasts. Any and all testimonies of changed lives because of Jesus are welcomed. And, I say Amen and Amen.

 

I started this blogging adventure back in the summer of 2007. My approach was captured in a quote from the famous baseball player, coach, and, oddly enough shade tree philosopher, Yogi Berra, "You can observe a lot by watching." His funny quotes became well known to the extent they were tagged, 'Yogisms'. I have tried to make my blogs observational, from my point of view, but, he was right, you can observe a lot by watching. I was fortunate to see him play. Only once. The Yankees played against the Kansas City Athletics. He was no longer catching but they put him in the outfield. It was 1961 and my uncle provided me access to a trip to Kansas City to see a professional baseball game. I, along with hundreds of other little league kids rode a chartered train from Shreveport to Kansas City. I had never been to a professional baseball game. I also saw Roger Maris hit his 51st home run, the year he broke Babe Ruth's record. And, to top it off, I got to see, live and in person, the former President of the United States, Harry S. Truman at his library in Independence, Missouri. There you were thinking I was just a country bumpkin from that wee little village in rural Louisiana, well, you would be right but I did myself quite a bit of observing as I watched from the train making its way through the hills and valleys on my way to a milestone adventure. I wrote about it in more than one of my blogs. I think they are searchable, but, I can't always find what I am looking for, so, I can't be certain. Y'all enjoy your day and remember to give God the glory. Amen.

"If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it". ~ Ronald Reagan

Well hello there and welcome to today's visit. I hope you and yours are well on this Friday, February 6, 2026. The photo was taken using the desktop camera and that would be yours truly with my little sidekick, the famous, one and only, Lil Miss Biscuit. I zoomed in to cover up the messy office I work in. I'm still waiting on the cleaners to come in. I think they were here, maybe in 2022. Probably on strike or something. You know. Good help is hard to find these days. Here's what my Artificial Intelligence friend has to say about a messy office: "A messy office often signals a, overloaded, or creative mind, but is frequently perceived by others as a sign of low conscientiousness, disorganization, or laziness. While sometimes indicating a person is deeply focused on high-priority projects, it can also lead to increased stress, decreased productivity, and negative professional impressions." The wife of my youth would likely cast her vote for the lazy component, however, I tend to think perhaps the creative mind is a better fit. And, if I could find proof of it in all the papers I have laying here and there, I would share that proof with you. You do know that I'm just kidding. Not about my messy office. That's the truth. I am concerned about it. I actually talk about it quite often, especially how much it needs to be straightened up, however, thus far, it remains a future work endeavor. Typically, I will enlist some assistance as we prepare to prepare to do our tax return. Another project to look forward to. Ugh. We will get very serious about it, I think maybe in early April. We always pay in, so why get in a hurry? Right, Vern? I can identify with this quote from the late great radio and TV host, Arthur Godfrey, "I’m proud to pay taxes in the United States; the only thing is, I could be just as proud for half the money." 

I really can't complain about the taxes I pay. I feel privileged to live in the country God placed me in. I feel blessed, and, yes, I do enjoy the freedoms we have in this land of the free and home of the brave. At the same time, it is part of the psyche of the tax paying public to joke about and make noise about paying taxes. I am not a fan of the state exercising ownership over my home and property after it was paid off many years ago. The people we elect here in the state of Texas all promise to do something about property taxes, however, not much is done. This is where the state gets the money to operate and while there are other methods of collecting, special interests, and, all kinds of political shenanigans always keep any permanent solutions from being enacted. I know. That's a particularly sore spot with me. Maybe it's just an old people deal. Back when taxes were a part of the mortgage payout, well, it didn't bother me as much. Now, as a card carrying senior citizen I get to see how it works, up close and personal. But, there are other fish to fry as they say, and, I'm sure my ongoing issue with property taxation is one that will continue well after I attain that desired status, "absent from the body, present with the Lord." (2nd Corinthians 5:8) And, yes, I am well aware of the Apostle Paul's inspired admonition regarding government taxation: Romans 13:6-7 NIV ~ "This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor." I stand corrected. As always, God has the final say. Amen? Yes. Amen.

"Have an eye to God in every word you sing." – John Wesley

Good morning. I am going to steer away from political stuff today. The wife did say she thought yesterday's blog was a wee bit strong. It was not my intention to offend anyone because we all need to seek God's help in coming to our individual opinion about matters that impact our lives and the lives of our families. We cannot escape the fact that our governmental authorities do impact our lives. Oh well, as is so often said, "It is what it is." How in the world are you doing on this fine day, Thursday, February 5, 2026? It's a good day to pause, look up, and give God thanks for how He provides. He does deserve it whether we give it to Him or not. Many years ago I was in choir practice and a young lady raised her hand. She asked the music leader to give his insight into the meaning of the song we were working on. She said while it had a catchy tune, she didn't find it to be biblical or praiseworthy. Yikes! She was talking about the lyrics or words. The director responded with a bunch of explanations based on metaphors and possibilities, but, he did admit the song was very unclear in terms of communicating biblical truth. That was an act of bravery on the part of that young lady but it did point out how important it is that our worship be very much grounded in biblical truth. Period. This is why I particularly like Bible passages set to music. I prefer them. I do. I really do. I'm not saying a testimonial song is wrong, but, if we want to get as close to true worship as we can, then I believe the Bible to be the runaway best source. If any of the lyrics fall short of reflecting truth supported by God's revelation of Himself, in the Book He has given to us, I think it should be considered suspect. At the same time, I mark myself as an old fuddy-duddy when it comes to matters like this. I hear the voices. But, Brother Al, if we don't sing modern songs with modern lyrics we will not reach the next generation. Really? I guess that means if we present the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, God is in someway limited. Sorry. I'm not buying that. Not one iota. God always works when His truth is proclaimed. In teaching, preaching, singing, or in personal devotion. He does. He really does. That's the way I see it. Now you know.

 

When I worked in the corporate world and for a number of years I had the privilege of being an entry level executive, many of the folks in that world functioned based on what I will call workplace games. If I played games I didn't know that I did. Some in that world thought I was an excellent game player. In other words, if you let your yes be yes and your no be no, someone will think there's something more to it. I will confess how this, from my vantage point, was quite humorous. Me, not playing any games but being thought of as a master at playing games. Ha! It reminds me of that Peter Sellers movie, 'Being There', where he played a simple minded gardener whose only education had come from watching TV. He was thrust into the world of high level geopolitical players and his one liners where interpreted as being profound. They thought him to be a genius when he was barely able to function. That's how I viewed the way I was viewed. I was actually given a book about workplace political game playing and the Sr. Executive who gave it to me said, "I am giving this to you, not because you need it, because you could have written it." Don't you find that hilarious? You might not but I would betcha my Paw Paw Mac who gave me many of my common sense sayings, he would laugh out loud. Maybe. He didn't do that very often. Okay. My point? Do right. Keep doing right. Even if your effort is misunderstood, keep doing right. Maybe you will be awarded a master game player trophy. Maybe not. Honor God, let Him take care of the results. Amen.

"I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend." —Thomas Jefferson

Made it to another day. This one, the one we are currently dealing with, self identifies as Wednesday, February 4, 2026. I do bid each one a hearty hello and a prayer that God will guide us all. Amen. I would vote for President Trump again given the alternatives from the woke progressive socialist party opposite. At the same time I do get a wee bit weary over all the put downs and other negative stuff that seems to pour out of his mouth. Yep. I would still vote for him again. I am against seeing our nation continue its drift towards socialism defined as an economic and political system based on public or collective ownership of the means of production, aiming for a more egalitarian distribution of wealth and resources. It prioritizes cooperation over competition, often involving government management of key industries to ensure that society's needs are met, rather than focusing on private profit. While that may sound good to some it reflects the destruction of what makes America, America, including the loss of things like liberty, individualism, and democracy, often characterized by a shared American spirit, purpose, and cultural traits. I would vote for any candidate that stands for the values we hold near and dear to our heart. While those in the party opposite fawn over the newly elected mayor of New York City who is very close to being an out and out communist, I will continue to stand for liberty, fully knowing we have many flaws and blemishes that are always in need of repair. Yes. I will vote for the candidate that reflects what I believe has made this nation, under God, the great nation she is. You can decide for yourself. I don't begrudge those who choose to support their vision on the left, but, I did vote for and I would vote again for President Donald J. Trump. I may not like his bully persona and his brash condemnations, but, he does still represent a glimmer of what I believe the American Dream represents. That's my take. What say you?

 

Ecclesiastes 12:13 from the Amplified Bible: "When all has been heard, the end of the matter is: fear God [worship Him with awe-filled reverence, knowing that He is almighty God] and keep His commandments, for this applies to every person". 

 

I do know there are dangers in expressing one's opinion on political matters. Social media has a history of seeing those with opinions being castigated and often rejected due to their expressed thoughts. I find it interesting that those who make up the celebrity world who claim to support the freedom of expression from any and all quarters, well, they turn out to be lock step promoters of their conclusion and all others are not only to be excluded but they are to be run out of town, so to speak. So much for freedom of thought and expression. And, on the right, well, for some it operates pretty much the same way. You can be on our team as long as you toe the line on any and every idea we embrace. Sorry. I don't buy either of those extremes. America is about freedom. Yes. Freedom to disagree. Freedom to complain. Freedom to make my case for what I believe. Here again, I voted for President Trump and I would vote for him again, and again. Why? I cannot even conceive of seeing our nation go against what was fought and won in the American Revolution. I end today's blog by saying this: God has blessed our nation. He continues to bless our nation. But, there may soon come a day when He withholds His blessings because of His righteous judgment on our disobedience and rebellion against Him. I pray that we, as a nation, will turn to Him, today. Amen.

History of the idiom 'going to the dogs': The saying go to the dogs has been around for a very long time. It seems to have started in the sixteenth century from the idea that useless or spoiled things, like food, should be thrown to the dogs rather than be eaten by people. Rotten or ruined things are suited only to go to the dogs; a person who ruins or destroys his life, therefore, goes to the dogs as well.

Today is Tuesday, February 3, 2026, and, I thought it might be good to allow my associate editor to say a few words today.  

Hello. This is Lil Miss Biscuit coming to you live and in person from the lap of the blogger in chief here at the ole blogger ranch. All I can tell you is how I do my best to watch over and reign him in, but, as you can see, he does have a mind of his own. I also want everyone to know that while I came along after their beloved Sir Bentley, they have loved me the same way they loved him. I hear them talk about how I was chosen from the litter and the people who birthed me gave some bogus information about my pedigree, however, the folks here made the decision whether I was purebred or mutt, they loved me anyway. You might not know this about these folks. They watch a lot of Korean, Japanese, French, and other foreign dramas. They can read the subtitles but all I hear is the gibberish from these different languages. I'm just glad they still remember what the word treat means. You do know what I mean? Right? I do play games with them. When I run out of food or water I rattle my metal bowl and it does make a racket. I do love to see them jump into action to refill my bowls. Many people say I am lucky to have them as my caretakers. Ha! I play fetch with them. I lick on them to show my affection. I sleep on their laps. I cuddle. Now. Tell me who is lucky. I report. You decide. Thanks for keeping up with us and yep, I was worried too when the blogger in chief was ailing. I knew something was wrong. It hurt my heart. It did. It really did. But, I've done my part in nursing him back to health or a facsimile thereof. If you happen to bump into them, you might mention how much I like those really expensive treats. The ones our 87 year old neighbor gives me. I think they have duck and sweet potatoes in them and they are so-o-o-o good! Until next time, y'all take care.

 

Okay. There you have my version of what it means to go to the dogs. Only in this case it's the opposite of the traditional meaning. Turning it over to Lil Miss Biscuit reminds me of the blessing she has been and continues to be in my life. The Bible tells us that every good gift comes from God, therefore, I thank God for all He provides, including this little heat source and heartbeat laying on my lap. May God add His blessings. Amen.

Matthew 28: 19) Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20) teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” ~ English Standard Version

Good morning and welcome to today's edition. It is a brand new month and today finds us at Monday, February 2, 2025. I read where the groundhog has spoken and there will be six more weeks of winter. David in the Bible said he was glad when they said let us go to the House of the Lord, (Psalm 122). I say this about that: Me too!!! We did get to show up for our Life Group yesterday and it gave me the opportunity to thank our folks for their concern and prayers during the health scare, if that is what it was, I experienced recently. While in our study we received a text saying our great grand Gabriella was being baptized at her local assembly about 30 minutes away. So, we jumped up, left the class in progress and drove over to witness this life milestone event. We walked into the meeting room and there she was, in the water already. She was bearing witness on the outside of what had already taken place on the inside, her having put her faith and trust in Jesus. Believer's baptism is how we define it. Having been saved she then, in obedience to the Lord's command, gave testimony in demonstrating the death, burial, and resurrection as depicted in baptism, and, in doing so, she gave evidence of her new life in Christ. She is eight years old and we pray for her and for all of our children, grandchildren, and great grands, that each one will come to the knowledge of the truth, respond to the Gospel, and be saved. Why? Because there is a heaven to gain and a hell to shun, therefore, we want all of our family to go to heaven. That's our heart's desire. We were blessed to be at her baptism. The pastor there brought a tremendous sermon on what it means to fulfill the life God has given to us by reaching out to others and seeing them come to know Christ. We then had lunch with our son Chris, her Paw Paw, and the family. It was a great day and I am looking forward to more of the same as we seek to influence our offspring with the most important truth in this life, and, that being how God loved them and sent His Son to save them. Amen.

 

I read that some people actually eat groundhogs as wild game along with woodchucks. You know, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood? That's my recollection of that little ditty and it may not be correct. At any rate, others recommend not eating groundhogs because they might carry disease or parasites. We grew up eating wild game in rural Louisiana. It was mostly squirrels and deer and maybe a wild hog or two. We didn't think much about it. Granny Mac would prepare it and we would sit down to the table and it eat what was put before us. She could cook. We would go out and kill a few squirrels, clean them, and, she would go to work. She knew how to take the gaminess out of the meat she cooked. She would smother fry the squirrels and make a gravy and serve them with mashed potatoes and homemade bread. Talk about good! Fast forward to the past forty plus years and I can tell you I haven't killed any wild game and the only game I've eaten has been a little sausage given to me, made up of pork and deer meat, and, that would have been very little. When we moved to the Houston area, our diet changed too. My point? Punxsutawney Phil, the prediction groundhog, might want to be aware that if he makes a bad guess, well, he might just end up in the frying pan. And, the neighborhood we live in is overrun with squirrels. They seem to be everywhere. People actually wreck their vehicles avoiding them on the roadways. They do. They really do. Sadly, me too! Y'all take care and have a wonderful day. With God's blessings. Amen. 

"Music always sounds better on Friday." ~ Lou Brutus, American radio personality, program director, voice-over talent, musician, and photographer.

Welcome, one and all, near and far, as we embrace the day the Lord has given to us, this one happens to be Friday, January 30, 2026. I have written much on the subject of the TGIF concept built into the psyche of most workers in America. For me, Friday was for the most part, nothing more than the day before Saturday because most of my time in the workplace did not reflect the highly vaunted 5 day work week. But, to each his or her own, and, while I don't completely get the huge sigh of relief that comes with Friday, I am well aware how embedded it is. Therefore, to get along I want to share this as a way of looking at the life God has provided to each of us. Thank God for every day He gives because He does have a plan and purpose for those who are His own. His plan for you and me is a 24x7 walk and it extends to each and every day we draw breath here on the planet. Lecture? Absolutely not. I'm just setting the standard high because while I can easily miss the mark at anytime and on any day, it does help to be reminded that God is not bound by the clock on the wall and He is always there to get us back on the track that honors Him and is best for each of us as individuals. I hear you. Some out there likely know just how badly I've missed living out God's plan. You are 100% accurate in your recollection. However, I'm now in the mode of handing down what I have learned and what I continue to learn. Therefore, it pays to live within the plan and purpose of the One who knows you best and loves you the most. He proved that by sending His one and only Son to die for us. Okay. That's my Friday expose with the admonition to do better than I did, it will be worth it. Too late for me to wallow in the what if, but, I can encourage others to do what Micah, the Prophet of God advised, "act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with your God, (Micah 6:8)

 

If you have any questions, let me know. If you have any complaints, consider keeping them to yourself or feel free to take it up with my editor. She stays close by to watch over my blog inputting process. Not always. She tends to nap a lot, just like she's doing in that photo. But, she typically is good company and she does not often interfere with the flow of thought I pursue. I know she enjoys the blogging process. How? Right now she is as out and limp as a rumpled up dish towel. She must have found her happy place. C. J. Frick, writer about dogs, has a popular book entitled, 'Be the Person Your Dog Thinks You Are'. My guess is that would be a tall order for me. Not a bad goal but no doubt it would behoove us all to be the person God wants us to be and the one He is willing to help us to be. Until next time, I bid you farewell and Godspeed from myself and Lil Miss Biscuit. May God add His blessings. Amen.

Still working on developing my skill in producing gobbledygook, but, with sincerity.

Yeah. Thursday, January 29, 2026, and, guess what? We have another one of those brief freezing episodes being predicted for this upcoming weekend. Some of us older ones even remember when we would get winter from October through at least February. Of course, that was before Al Gore showed up and now we suffer a few days of low temps and think we've been sentenced to deep freeze purgatory. I told someone how us boys used to wake up on a single digit morning over in central Louisiana, when we lived with Granny and Paw Paw Mac, it was an unheated room and our feet would literally stick, (freeze), to the linoleum rug. In fact, that rug, I lie not, taught us some interesting exclamatory lingo, whenever we would, in the cold, catch our toe under one of the rough edges. Yikes! I have often said it was a Mayberry like existence, but, that doesn't mean it was happy happy every minute of every day. I hope everyone who reads my blogs know a lot of what I write about is 'tongue in cheek'. Let me tell you, even at my worst during this most recent health situation, I knew in my heart of hearts how so many are so much worse off, even little ones. At the same time I will be the first to admit that I do attempt to wring some out of my own experiences, hopefully, doing so in a way that my readers can laugh with me. And, cry with me if that is called for. Somewhere in all of the sharing I do hope to provide some encouragement to lean on the Lord, seek Him and His help, stay faithful, and, support one another. We are, like it is often said, in this thing called life, together. 

 

I suppose most in my reading audience are aware how the primary election to choose party candidates will be here in Texas in early March. How do we know it's a coming attraction? Social media is already in meltdown. Our mail box has applied for additional brace supports just to handle the daily influx of slick mailers. We do intend to vote, but, for the most part we will do our best to vote for those who best reflect the values we hold dear. That actually requires getting past the social media stuff and the mailers. There are, typically, a number of research entities one can check to look at a potential candidate resumes and backgrounds. How they have voted in the past. What they now stand for. Oh yeah, there's my texts. They are blowing up my texts. It seems they all want to promote themselves based on the person who has endorsed them. That doesn't always work with me. After all, I have often used that famous ditty from the past, "a pox on all your houses." (I'll let you look up the original from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet (Act 3, Scene 1), but, I will tell you it has come to mean this: In modern discourse to express disgust with all parties in a political or social conflict." I can live with disgust. What say you? Y'all take care now, you hear? And, may God add His blessings. Amen.

“When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” ~ Theodore Roosevelt

Good afternoon and welcome. I have good news. I did not forget to say "May I?", therefore, I bring you greetings on this Wednesday, January 28, 2026. The blog was supposed to be finished this morning, however, I live in the here and now, therefore, stuff happens. Sometimes a lot of stuff. I am glad to report how I am still slowly getting out of the convalescent mode. This has more to do with finishing up on some drug therapies than actual feel good feel bad vibes. I do have a primary care followup on Friday afternoon. Next week the cardiologist will have her say. That's how we roll as we understand more and more the meaning of the 75.8 year average lifespan of a male in America. It's like this: I was doing mighty fine until I wasn't doing mighty fine. Just goes to show you, it can happen in a moment in the twinkling of an eye. (Last time I checked that twinkling is somewhere around 1/1100th of a second. FYI) Now I am cautiously headed back to the feeling mighty fine status, but, the experience of having it go south in a heartbeat is not lost on me. Or, I don't think it is. I do believe that God is at work even in our most difficult of times. I know He had a reason to get my attention with this latest medical event, however, I don't have all the details of what it means worked out yet. I think we all know life is both fragile and precarious in this sin cursed world we live in, yet, we also know that God is Sovereign and He has the first and last say over all things. One thing is clear: During this episode I thought a lot about unfinished business. Things I need to get done. Things involving my wife and family. I clearly remember having those types of issues on my mind. We've had some friends who spent loads of time preparing so that nothing would be left to be done, however, when they breathed their last, well, it turned out things still had to be done and loved ones were impacted as a result. When you have government involved and there's a penny for them somewhere, well, I know government is God ordained, but, could they just give a break or two to those grieving over the loss of their loved one? Sorry. I'm still cogitating over how one can pay off their house for years but it still be under the ownership of the state. Come on people! (I know taxation without representation was a rally cry for the US revolution, however, I'm beginning to wonder about taxation with representation and exactly what that means to each of us. Just thinking.)

 

Okay. Enough of that. For now. Hey. Yes. You. Thanks. My blog readers have been most wonderful in praying for and supporting me during the past few days. I want to share something about me. I would just as soon be the one praying for someone dealing with difficulties as me, myself, and I being the one in need of prayers. Sorry. I didn't say He was finished yet with all of my wiring but I do know He is still working on it. I'm pretty sure stripping me of my self sufficiency may be a feature of my most recent medical flare up and if so, I will do my best to gain His intention from it all. I guess Paw Paw Mac's, "Son, you've got the same clothes to get glad in.", doesn't always fit every situation, but, I am working on that too, getting glad again. Y'all too? Okay? Until next time, may God help each of us. Each of us. Amen.

“Dad, it’s been 72 years, but the pain of losing you never fades. Your memory lives on in every heartbeat.”

Good morning and welcome. Today is Tuesday, January 27, 2026, and, we have some wonderful bright sunshine today. I say Amen for that! It's mind blowing to contemplate how our lives changed some 72 years ago this month when dad left this life for his reward. Yeah. I was a young fellow back in January of 1954. Maybe it became more clear to me because dad actually succumbed to a cardiac event brought on by untreated pneumonia. Perhaps that's one reason I didn't resist with the wife said "It's time to go!" I did think some about my dad as I lay in that hospital bed. His went untreated until his heart was actually drowning in the fluids from pneumonia. I cannot say mine went untreated as they played find a new vein over and over again. I looked for dad's Eisenhower short jacket but I couldn't lay my hands on it right away. I believe it was a 34. Let's face it. Guys were smaller back then. You can check it out for yourself. Good nutrition aside, they were, on average, shorter and less heavier. Dad's birthday is in April. He was born alongside his twin brother Walter in 1923, although dad's grave marker says 1921 since that's the date he used to get into the Army during WWII. I always understood how mom and dad mostly scrimped and saved to take care the six of us kids. That didn't leave much for luxury items like doctor visits. Sorry. That's just the way it was. Add to that, his notorious stubbornness, which, some say got handed down in tact to yours truly. At any rate, I can't clearly remember his voice but if I heard his recently, I think he said, "Listen, you are not me. Go get it checked out. You are blessed and you can afford it." Thanks dad, and, oh yeah, thanks for your part in bringing me into this world. 

 

My stepfather for 40 years.

From what I have pieced together, dad loved going to Church services. He loved singing. He actually even helped lead the singing a few times. Dad loved babies, (obviously, given the six of us). He loved rocking babies. Dad loved to doodle. Dad kept his notes in his noggin. Dad was a hard worker. Dad was loved and respected by so many in the family, those he worked with, and friends. Okay. I can read those items and write my own resume. Who says the DNA doesn't download traits? Later, God gave me a stepfather and we enjoyed a close relationship for 40 years. I still remember my dad. I still remember my stepdad. And, I still remember that I am one blessed man to have had them both as a part of my sojourn here. Count your many blessings folks. Name them one by one. It just might surprise you what the Lord has done. Amen.

"I will give thanks to you, LORD, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds." ~ Psalm 9:1

I will tell you this. What a joy it is to be able to climb those stairs this morning. That's the first time I've been up here in the ole blogger ranch office since January 16. But, hello, welcome, I bring you a prayer for God's provision as we continue to deal with these colder temps in and around our great nation. Today is Monday, January 26, 2026, and I think we are all the way up to 25 F, therefore, we are calling it pretty doggone cold here. I am, thank God, getting better each day after having the 'whatever it was' combo that put me in the hospital last week. Best I can calculate, I was actually admitted for observation back in around the year 2000. It was a freak deal. I gave blood that morning. It was very warm. I came home and I decided to carry my grandson down to the volunteer fire department where they had a US Army Black Hawk on display. I carried him in my arms, about a block away. It got hotter. I had him on the same arm where I had given blood. I was in the sun. I came into the shade. I fainted. I did. Being a special day, the EMT crews surrounded me like vultures on top of fresh roadkill. Next thing I knew, I was in an ambulance on my way to the hospital because my blood pressure was out of whack. Oh my! All I could say was how ridiculous it was but I did spend the rest of the day and night in the ER observation area. Fast forward to last week. I woke up Tuesday morning wheezing and all the rest. To the urgent care, then by ambulance, again?, to the hospital. Suddenly, I am surrounded by little children wearing medical outfits. They began poking IV's in and moving in what seemed to be a frenzied response. Within a short while they are retesting everything. By late evening their preliminary diagnosis was flu, pneumonia, and afib likely triggered by the infection. There I was. In a electronic prison bed that set off alarms if I even thought about getting up. Privacy. Forget about it. It would have been funny if hadn't not been. I could laugh about it now but I'll save that for another day. Let me be clear: These kids were highly competent and they knew what they were doing. The doctors, the nurses, the technicians, all involved were great. Me? Not so much. Because they wanted to do some cardiac testing on Wednesday they put me on a fast, nothing after midnight, so as not to distort any comparative analyses. Well, they were pumping me full of steroids to keep my lungs open and that shot up my blood sugar, hovering around 300 on a finger prick. That causes your mouth to dry out. I told them surely I could have water. They said they would bring me some ice chips. Ice chips? I've been up close and personal in a couple of hospice situations where ice chips are the final input that was given before death. Are you kidding me? 

 

Okay. I never went berserk. It took what seemed to be a long time to get my medications approved and I pretty much depend on them at this time in my life. Oh well, God was with me. I could feel myself getting weaker in that prison bed and finally by Thursday they allowed me to sit in a chair as long as it had an alarm in it too to keep me from running laps. I now know they shot me full of stuff that I may not have needed but it was all based on the early tests. Since there ended up not being a bacterial element, the pneumonia did not require the antibiotic treatment. The para virus was not the deadly flu variant that is currently taking its toll and that too was a good thing. The combination of breathing issues, the para virus and viral pneumonia made for the perfect storm for them and for me. I did get a lot of attention there but I mostly got a lot of attention from God along with people who interceded on my behalf both near and far. All I can do is be thankful. Thankful for those children who were there with their medical outfits like maybe they gave up trick or treat to do so. Thankful for the entire staff. Thankful for my family. And, that includes so many brothers and sisters in Christ. And, because, I did not know the outcome, I want everyone to know how crucial it is to know The One who does. Have a great one. Amen. 

Thanks be to God!

Okay. It's Friday, January 23, 2026, and hallelujah, I am home now from my 3 day of intense treatment for flu, pneumonia, and some triggered heart atrial fibrillation, (afib). What a nightmarish experience. Not because of the care I was given. Not because of a challenge to my faith in God. It was a crisis of my own making. I became totally incapable of being in control making me 100% vulnerable and 100% dependent on all these people zipping in and out. Drugs taken, drugs pumped into my system, 24 hours per day and all I could do was just lay there. Some of the conversations going on forth and back kept me guessing about just how serious this might be. God was with me. My family. My Church family. Extended family and so many friends, some from far away. Prayers. Me? Helpless. Okay. I learned something. I know that's surprising but I did. God wanted me to know this: When there's nothing I can do, there's no end to what He can accomplish using whatever means He chooses. Lil Miss Biscuit has been right here with me. She is not fond of the mask but she knows well who it is underneath it. Still taking what the young nurse called mini but mighty drugs, the steroids in particular are doing a number on my blood sugar readings even causing my little meter to scratch her head. Ha! There's more and since I was there and since this is 'my' blog, I will likely share some of it. Thanks for all the prayers. Do this for me: Take a moment and thank God for His provision for his 'not in control' servant. Amen 🙏 

Calling In from My Sickbed

Today is Wednesday, January 21, 2026. I'm starting my second day here in the hospital. This current ilness began with some early symptomst last Saturday and after a rough few days, finally came yesterday. Looks like pneumonia for sure with perhaps some heart implications as well. Will be checking that out today. I just want to go home but we will see how things unfold. All prayers are appreciated. God's got the final say. Until next time, may He add His blessings. Amen.

Here's a flashback Friday, this one from May 9, 2008: "Fandering on a Friday!"

According to the urban slang dictionary, fandering means to pander to fans by putting into a medium of presentation something that is unnecessary or unrelated. I don’t think I’ve done that in this blog but at any rate, it’s Friday, thank God it is, and thank God every day for every day. I took this brief online personality quiz to determine what kind of cereal I am. It asked five questions and then gave the following report: “You are a Fruity Pebbles. You are mean like Barney who is always stealing Fred’s Fruity Pebbles.” I have no clue as to how this quiz works but that is what it said. I also completed one that involved selecting colors in order of those that make you feel good. After going through two sets of panels and having selected the colors in the order of preference, this is what the overall summary said: Sensitive and understanding but under some strain; need to unwind with someone who is close to you. There were other more detailed tidbits but since I didn’t like them that much, I decided to quit sharing while I am ahead.

Most of us are interested in what makes us tick. We all desire to accomplish something with the investment of our time and efforts. In my case, it may be respect for my commitment and integrity. In yours, it may be a need to see projects finished on time. Others may experience fulfillment through the technical details involved in a project or activity. That’s what makes life so wonderful. We are so different but all loved equally by our heavenly Father as demonstrated in His sending of His Son to die for us. Even here in my work environment there are folks from many different backgrounds and cultures. Some are recognized craftsmen in their area of specialty, while others are in training or helpers. Yet, we all join together in pursuing a common set of goals and objectives and that’s what helps us succeed!

It took me a number of years to realize that while I may have some admirable traits, my model is not the only one in town. In fact, there’s every combination under the sun, nonetheless, there is one common trait within every person and that is the fatal disease of sin that only God can cure. We can debate the technical details regarding how salvation works including the choosing and wooing until we are blue in the face, but in the end we hear these words from the Apostle Paul: “God desires that all men (mankind, humanity) be saved and come to the knowledge of the truth.” (1st Timothy, Chapter 2) This means within the process of offering salvation, it is not an empty exercise, the offer reflects the heart of God desiring to save each lost person.

That common thread of this unique eternal need is truly what binds us together as human beings. We all are precious in God’s sight and we all need His salvation. The song I’ve mentioned before has it exactly right, “the ground is level at the foot of the Cross and no one stands higher than you or I.” Unfortunately, far too many of us who are believers have become conceited in our position in Christ and we seem to be unable to identify ourselves with those who are lost. On our best day ever we would be just as lost as anyone else had God not reached down and saved us. Paul made this clear when he wrote to the Church in Ephesus that any who are saved are saved by grace alone and that salvation is not of human origin or instrumentality, but it is the gift of God lest anyone would have something to boast about. (Ephesians 2:8-9) A boastful believer who feels better than others will never become the bridge who will help others find their way to God. Have a great Saturday and Sunday and always give God the glory in everything. Why? He deserves it whether we do it or not! Think about that! Amen. ….More later. 

"The heart of God, His plan for His people in their later years, is that they continue to make a difference for their Lord in the church. Both older saints and the younger need to embrace this. Checking out from serving Christ before checking in to heaven should not be an option for any child of God." ~ Conclusion to an online article written by Forrest McPhail, Missionary

Thursday. Really? I, as an official representative talk to older people all the time. It comes with the territory so don't act so surprised. When I do talk I often get this response, "Oh, it's Thursday already, to tell you the truth I don't even keep up with what day it is anymore." See what I mean? Well, I have a wee bit of that myself, but, not enough to not know that today is Thursday, January 15, 2026, and, I bid each one a hearty hello from the occupant of the typing chair to wherever you happen to be. They tell us that older people struggle most with the activities associated with daily living. You know. Medicine. Taking care of basic personal matters, paying bills, keeping appointments. Things like that. As of this writing, subject to change at anytime, I have yet to experience the need for assistance in those areas, however, can I tell that I am headed in that direction? I would have to say yes but that destination is still a coming attraction at this time. I am thankful to God for that and my heart goes out to those who are dealing with aging issues. The Bible tells us that we are to run the race given to us, not the one given to the other fellow. Here's how it reads from the Book of Hebrews, Chapter 12, Verses 1-2, "Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." I may be in the slow lane now because of my age, but, I am still in my race. As the old preacher always said, "When you see therefore, make sure you understand what it is there for." Having just finished reading Chapter 11, the Faith Hall of Fame Chapter, the inspired writer says 'we also'. That means those believers in Jesus who received that text back then and by extension it also means believers like you and I today. So, my next stop has an 80 on it, but, that doesn't mean my race is finished. I feel like at times I'm in the proverbial 'forgot to say may I' game because I end up having a penalty requiring me to restart my lane. Sorry. That's just me. But, the truth says get up and go again, yep, keep running the race given to you with endurance, at least all that you have at this time, and, that endurance comes by looking to Jesus. Let me sum it up this way. My arthritic hips get on fire when I take a one block walk with Lil Miss Biscuit. Yet, I can still run the race of the spiritual life I have been given by the grace provided to me from my Savior. Okay. So, I will be the first to admit today's writing comes out somewhat discombobulated, but, I think you get my point: Regardless, keep on keeping on in the life race given to you by the Lord. Amen. 

 

When I am in a group of senior citizens who are truly citizens of heaven the discussion so often is all about what we could do in the past. Some of those testimonies are wonderful and we need to not only hear about them but learn from them. At the same time, we are in the here and now and can only do now what we are able to do, but, we must not sit down and say it's time for someone else to get the job done. No. We still can do what we can do. God knows that better than we do. We want to hand down the faith but to do that the way it should be done means we continue in the faith. The first Sunday of this brand new year, we had the going strong 88 year old visiting preacher in our pulpit, Bro. Dr. Jerry Vines. He spoke fluidly and without hesitation from The Word of God, and, the Spirit of God moved and produced results in the hearts of men, women, boys, and girls. That encouraged me. I share it to encourage others. Let's keep on doing what we are still able to do. We can still pray. We can still encourage others. We can still give of our time, our talent, our treasure, and, of our testimony. We can. We really can. Find your race lane and keep on running. Amen. 

"Viewing photos activates memory recall, helping to stimulate memories and bring back forgotten details like laughter or feelings." ~ copied

Good morning and welcome to today's visit where I will not be answering any live questions today, so, please forward them to me in writing and be sure to have them notarized along with a stamped return addressed envelope. That's nonsense but I throw it out there just for an opening. I didn't say it was a good opening. Just your everyday ordinary opening. Satisfied? Good. Today is Wednesday, January 14, 2026, and, I'm thinking about what we remember when we find and look at an old photo. This one popped up the other day. That's my baby sister, Kayla, (1952-1979, succumbing to leukemia at age 27), and, of course, yours truly. We are sitting on what will be the front entrance porch to our new home, under construction, in Hornbeck, Louisiana. After dad passed away in early 1954, mom and us six kids moved there and took up residence with Granny and Paw Paw McMillan, mom's parents. I believe we moved into our new home in 1957, therefore, I'm guessing this photo was in the summer of 1956. Kayla was the baby of the family which meant there was typically one of us kids with her since mom was working. I wish I could remember more about this particular photo but I don't have any specifics to share. It does give me a warm feeling anytime I see or even think about Kayla. She left us so early, but, my oh my, what a testimony she had, at age 27. She used to tell me how much she hated to leave her husband and three daughters, but, how privileged she felt to know that while her life exit was within months, how God had given her the time she had along with a desire to share what she wanted to share with a whole list of people. That's right. She made a list. She either visited directly or called each person and let them know she loved them and how she wanted them to know Christ so they could be with her forever and ever, Amen. She did that. She really did. I can't sugarcoat the suffering she endured but I can remember how much she was loved and how she was a good soldier, often enduring hardship for our sake because we didn't want to see her go. In the photo it looks like she is ready for the beach and me, well, it looks like I might be looking for something to carry in those beautiful oversized cuffs on my jeans. I do have good news. I believe with all my heart, because of our shared faith in Christ, that I will see her again and she will be perfectly well and we will live for endless ages in the presence of our Lord.

 

Her legacy does live on. Her three daughters grew up and Kayla would be happy how they have become women of faith and resilience. For those left in our immediate family, just JoAnn and myself, we will never forget her last Christmas here in 1978. We were on her list too. She went around the room to each of us individually and told us what we meant to her and how she wanted to see us all together in heaven in the by and by. Needless to say, there was a whole lot of tears on that day. In fact, those tears have never faded. My mom always told me about all the questions she hoped to get answers to when she saw the Lord. I told her, well, just maybe when you see Jesus you will no longer need to have those questions answered. The old song tells us we will understand it better by and by, and, in one way or the other, I believe we will. Until then, I'll not forget our Kayla as I so look forward to seeing her again, soon. (Don't get the idea I know how it will all work because while I know generally what the Scriptures tell us, well, I'm trusting in His provision to make it all happen. Amen.) What say you? May God add His blessings. Amen.