"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.

"Laughter is vital for overall well-being, providing significant physical, mental, and social benefits. It acts as a powerful stress reliever and helps foster resilience, improve mood, and strengthen relationships." ~ copied

Well hello there, it seems like just yesterday we were enjoying our, one way, conversation. It's a joke. Go ahead and laugh. It will do a body good. What? You don't believe that? Here's what God's Word has to say, Proverbs 17:22 from the English Standard translation: "A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones." It's Tuesday, January 13, 2026, and, as my granddaddy always told me, "Son, you've got the same clothes to get glad in." He typically said that when I was presenting a gloom, doom, and despair countenance. We all have our unique personalities mostly shaped by our living experiences, even from an early age. I am not the happy-go-lucky kind of person. My wife is. I lean towards staid and serious. That can be a detriment as we go about our daily living. The wife can pretty much mix with and get along with anyone. Me? It's just not so simple. I appreciate people who are the life of any gathering, and, I do know that as a Christ follower, He has made me a new person. At the same time, this new life in Christ can be revealed within each individual in different ways. I do love to laugh. I do enjoy spending time with folks. I am not inclined to be goofy. I do try to, like the Apostle Paul, mix in with folks enough to enjoy our time together and perhaps influence us all to have a more dedicated life. (1st Corinthians 9:22, the Apostle Paul, "To the weak I became weak, to win the weak. I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means I might save some." At the same time, no one wants to be around someone who carries a sign saying, 'the sky is falling'. Introvert, extrovert, we all can serve the Lord with the abilities He has provided to us. Timothy appears to have been timid and perhaps overly anxious, "drink a little wine for your stomach's sake"1st Timothy 5:23. I need to allow God to work in my life to accomplish His will as opposed to me using my own understanding and then trying to do it, my way. The Paul Anka song, 'My Way' made famous by Frank Sinatra is all about me, myself, and I. There is a Christian version of that song. Here are the lyrics:

 

And when the end is near

And as I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I traveled each and every highway

And more, much more than this

I did it God's way!

Regrets I've had a few

I thank you Lord, you paid my ransom

You gave me life brand-new

And helped me through without exception!

You planned each charted course

Each careful step along the Biway

And Lord, my life is yours,

I'll do it your way!

Lord, there were times,

I'm sure you knew

When I bit off more than I could chew

But through it all,

when there was doubt,

You were my rock, you were my help!

I faced it all and I stood tall

I did it God's way!

I love, I laughed and cried

I've had my fill, my share of losing

And now as tears subside,

I find it all so amazing,

To think you brought me back

And may I say, you showed me your way

Oh no, oh no, not mine

Oh it was God's way!

And what is life without our God?

If not for him, then we have not

I sing the thing I truly feel

And to my Lord I humbly kneel

The record shows to him I bow!

I'll do it God's way!

Oh Lord..... I'll do it Your way!

Lyrics re-written by:

Deelyght Jagessar ~ March 2014

 

Note:  Deelyght Jagessar, Christian singer and songwriter, uses music, particularly re-imagined popular tunes, as a powerful medium for Christian worship and evangelism, making faith accessible and relatable. 

 

 

Well, there you have it. I wouldn't want to hazard a guess as to how much of my life has been lived 'my way' contrasted with 'God's Way'. No wonder the Apostle Paul said he had to 'beat his body daily'. He was using a metaphor to describe the seriousness of the training and discipline required to live a life pleasing to God. I read the other day from a man of God who said in today's Christian world we have substituted Bible knowledge for righteous living. He said we tend to know a lot about the Bible but we are not putting what we know into practice which leads to a life lived 'my way' instead of God's way. I think that's enough conviction for one day. At least it is for me. Y'all, keep up the good work and use your talents and abilities to serve God and others. Me too! Amen. 

"Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home" ~ Written by Huddie Ledbetter, American blues and folk musician, in 1940.

Good morning and welcome back to the ole blogger ranch where I will be your keystroke wrangler for this day, Monday, January 12, 2026. The two girls in the picture above are very special. The one on the left is the wife's sister, Dorothy, and she's sitting next to none other than my life mate, Marilyn. They lived their early years on a farm. I used today's title intentionally because these girls actually picked cotton out in the fields. Them along with their parents and the two brothers, Cleon and Milton knew what backbreaking work was all about down on the farm. The two girls are still here but the rest of the family have gone on to their heavenly home. That is an AI generated painting. Someone on Facebook wondered if that picture was real, but, she thought even if it wasn't those were sure cute girls. I will tell you this about that. Yes, they were cute then and the first time I saw the one they called 'Lil Bit', well, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Literally. That's not a made up story. I should know. I was there when it happened way back in the early 1960's. In response to the question of the reality depicted in that image, here's how it came into being: 

See? It is based on a real photo, black and white. I then used a utility to colorize it. After that, I handed it off to ChatGPT and asked it to turn it into a painting. Now you know. These girls got much of their foundation growing up on their farm. Today, they are both women of faith and I've tagged them with the Proverbs 31 description for many years. They worked hard in their childhood. They worked hard growing up in a preacher's home. They worked hard as wives and housekeepers. They worked hard in their devotion to their children and their families. They never forgot where they came from. In fact, they typically have always visited their old home place just outside Winnsboro, Louisiana, every time they were in that area. Their late brother Milton became a mighty preacher of God and many of his illustrations came from their time on the farm. Here's a little ditty I came across: "Get you a farm girl" is a phrase evoking an independent, capable woman connected to rural life, often the subject seen in country music. (copied) I got me one and God has surely blessed. There's more. Much more. But, that will have to do for today. Y'all enjoy the day and remember God has your back. He does. He really does. Amen.

 

 A sample of the lyrics from "Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home"

 

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

 

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

 

Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

 

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Happy 20th to our Bray-Bray!

Happy Friday everyone. This one lands on the fast moving new year day of January 9, 2026.  Seems like just nine days ago we slept through the ushering in of the brand new year. We did. We really did. Today is a special day in our family as we recognize the 20th trip around the sun for our grandson, Brady Darrell. Brady completed his basic training in the US Navy boot camp and is now heads down into his schooling to prepare for his future ship assignment. We thank God for Brady and we pray for Him to lead, guide, direct, and, protect him as he continues his journey. Amen. (Please don't send any questions or comments about the fellow in the photo holding the baby. I've had plenty over the years. The most frequent goes like this, "What happened to you?" Ha!)

 

Lots of memories from lots of stuff over lots of time. I'm pretty sure you do know what I mean? Right, Vern? That photo above popped up from the Leesville, Louisiana train depot, where a Kansas City Southern, KCS, train engine was parked. (The purchase of the KCS rail company was completed in 2023 as it was purchased and merged into the Canadian Pacific Rail Company, a $21 billion acquisition.) I saw that on a Vernon Parish History feed and it immediately sparked a flood of memories. My dad, Cecil Sr., passed away suddenly at 31, on January 2, 1954. He was an employee of KCS in the rail office in Port Arthur, Texas at the time of his death. I was seven when he left us. That rail engine is one I saw often over the years. It always reminded me of dad. I rode its destinations for years on a free rail pass given to our family by the company. As a teenager we owned a service station in Hornbeck, Louisiana, and we had the contract to fetch the mail that was thrown off the train as it passed through our little town. I used to run after that heavy canvas locked bag to then deliver it to our local post office. Seeing that train and smelling all those wonderful train smells, well, that always reminded me of my dad. It did, it really did, and, as you can tell, it still does. (Dad's headstone has the wrong birth year. He falsified his age to join the US Army in WW2. He was actually born in 1923.)

 

The next memory jog came when this one popped up from my past postings. This is my stepdad for 40 years, Jose Chavez, who went on to his reward in the summer of 2017. Over the years we came to love and appreciate this man. He was very special. Retired from the US Army. Retired from Federal Civil Service. A town Alderman for twenty plus years in the village of Hornbeck, Louisiana. He was devoted to our mom. He was funny. But, what made it interesting is how that he never knew he was funny. He made it to 87 and believe me, he was active right up to just before the end. When that photo popped up I turned it into a painting because it's one that will always remind any who knew him of his penchant for reading front to end, a number of newspapers and publications. When he and mom married our family and his family became the moniker you often hear, the blended family. I don't know if ours was maybe more special in this regard than others, but, we developed a bond that has withstood time. We, the blended family, have enjoyed great times of laughter and we've leaned on each other during times of sadness and sorrow. Dad Jose was a little fellow. (According to my doctor, at the rate that my height is shrinking, I will catch him soon. It's an old people thing, don't act so surprised.) Yep. He may have been short in statue, he was a giant to us and to so many who knew him. One more little story. For maybe twenty or more years of their sojourn here I called everyday to check on them often twice per day. If dad answered he would try to stall giving the phone to mom and I could hear her telling him to just give it to her. He was funny. They were funny and I thank God for them and for their many contributions to my life. 

 

I do hope you have some good memories even if they are tinged with sadness. I could write a book on that comment. Believe me. Okay, already, you do know I could. Y'all have yourselves a great rest of Friday, enjoy your Saturday, and, then, to get the year off right, and to get your life back on right, find yourself on the first day of the week at the local gathering place were people come together to worship and learn more about God. It will be good. Trust me. It will be. It will. May God add His blessings. Amen.

"God's provision is the concept that a divine power (God) supplies everything His people need—physically, spiritually, and emotionally—including sustenance, protection, grace, guidance, and salvation, often through unexpected means, emphasizing trust in His care beyond what humans can see or expect, as seen in biblical narratives like manna from heaven and Jesus feeding the multitudes." ~ copied

Good morning and welcome. Today is Thursday, January 8, 2026, and I do hope and pray you and yours are well and able to get up and go. That does become some more difficult as we mark time here on the planet but God is faithful and He is with us each step of the way. Seems like everyone and his or her brother is utilizing Artificial Intelligence apps to alter or change photos. Me too! The above collage was worked on from real photos and they were turned into paintings by ChatGPT. I have a few thousand more if you happen to be interested. That is a joke and I know some might get sick and tired of me droning on about this, that, or the other. In the just finished season we were able to complete our 16th year doing the Santa appearances including a couple of open house take-your-own photos here in our home. I've mentioned before how doing this well is not for the fainthearted. We will have to wait and see what 2026 will bring because we know it has only been by the grace of God we've been able to do what we have done and if we are able to continue it will be because of His provision.  

I once again want everyone to know how much I lean on, depend on, and, need the help and support of the help-meet, (old  King James), God has given to me, my dear wife. (Genesis 2:18 English Standard Version, ESV, "Then the LORD God said, 'It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.'" Including the time we dated we have been a part of each other's lives for nearly 65 years. I do a few Santa events where I am by myself. I don't like doing it by myself, period. While she denies being the crown jewel of our presentation, I will assure you she is. Recently, we did an event where an older lady came by. She asked if she could take a photo. We said yes and we will get someone to take it of you and us together. She politely said, "Oh no. I just want a photo of you two." She then said, "Y'all have made me so happy today." And, she began to cry. Tears of happiness. My point? Rewarding? Yes. Very. Now my bride would say it would have happened if it were only me. Not so fast. Whatever it was she saw it had something to do with us as a couple, Santa and Mrs. Claus. That's my brand. That's what distinguishes us from others. I am a member and follower of a number of professional Santa social media programs and I will tell you this about my Mrs. Claus. She is the best. She is the best. She is the best. And, lest you wonder about how I feel about it, I am 100% unanimous in my opinion. Okay. She also fixed me a wonderful omelet with sausage and cheese and toast and orange juice this morning. It was great but I'm sure it didn't taint my independent analysis of her contributions to my life. As they say, somewhere, enough already. Get out there. Make what you do intentional, especially the things that honor our great God. Amen.

 

Note: I know my blogs are not for everyone. But, I do want to thank so many who take the time to respond, especially sharing some of their life experiences they remembered when they read my blog. I've mentioned many times before what my grandfather, Paw Paw Mac, had to say about me and my mouth. "Son, I was worried you would not be able to come up for air." He was right. I do tend to go on and on as I string together a collection of run-on sentences. Thanks. 

"Staying by the Stuff" ~ Based on the passage from 1st Samuel Chapter 30

Good morning and welcome. Today is Wednesday, and while we have no camel to represent it being hump day, we do have Lil Miss Biscuit laying in my lap with her stomach making all kinds of noises because she shared my breakfast and probably shouldn't have. I know how to say no, but, saying no to Lil Miss Biscuit just seems so unnecessary. Ha! It is January 7, 2026, and, we celebrate our Madelyn Joy, our first Great Grand who is 16 today. Wow! I can hear Willie Nelson in the background, "Ain't it funny how time slips away." She is a talented young lady and we pray God's blessings on her today. We also recognize the birthday of our nephew, Darrin Rawles, a truly outstanding Christ follower, and son of the wife's brother Cleon who at 89 took his flight into eternity last year. Darrin exemplifies the character and testimony that we all hope for as we pass down the baton to the next generation. Praying for Madi and Darrin today. 

Okay. Yesterday, I was indicating how faithful some people are in the most menial of service to the Lord. The good news? Nothing escapes His seeing and He will deal with it all in due time. The example I had in mind was the incident recorded in 1st Samuel Chapter 30. I was a little surprised at how Google AI presented this passage, but, I found it to clearly represent what I wanted to share:

 

"Staying by the stuff" is a biblical phrase from 1 Samuel 30, meaning

to guard the supplies or baggage while others go into battle, signifying that those in supporting roles (like logistics, home front) share equally in rewards with those on the front lines, emphasizing faithfulness, perseverance, and the importance of every role in a larger effort. It's a metaphor for remaining steadfast in one's duties, even when they seem less glamorous, and trusting that God values all faithful service. 

 

Origin & Meaning:

• 1 Samuel 30: King David's forces were attacked, and many men were exhausted. David decreed that those who stayed behind to guard the supplies (the "stuff") would share the spoils equally with those who went to battle, establishing a principle of shared reward for different roles.

"The Stuff": Refers to equipment, baggage, supplies, or resources that support the main effort, but can also metaphorically mean one's responsibilities, faith, or community. 

 

Figurative Interpretations:

• Faithful Support: It's a call to be faithful in less visible roles, like administration, caregiving, or maintaining the home, recognizing their vital contribution.
• Perseverance: It encourages not giving up when weary, but to "stay put" and remain faithful, trusting in the larger goal.
• Equal Value: God sees the importance of every role, whether on the "battlefield" or "by the stuff," and promises equal reward for faithfulness.

In essence, "staying by the stuff" means:

• Don't quit: Even if you're tired, your role matters.
• Guard resources: Protect what's essential for the mission.

Share the victory: All faithful service contributes to the win. 

 

Here's a photo I took yesterday of The Dog. She did such a great job over the holiday period when we had so many folks in and out of our home. Sure. She can get so excited she goes a wee bit crazy, but, she does love people and little people too. That works better if you are making family photos with Santa and Mrs. Claus in your home. Right? I actually shared the photo mostly because we have a lot of folks out there who love their pets and in particular, love their dogs. I have nothing to say about cats and I really am not looking to learn much about them. Now it is on to me trying to figure out what version of 'Staying by the stuff' that I should be watching over. You have yours, I have mine. May God help us all to find ourselves busy in honoring Him as demonstrated in our loving and serving others. Amen.

It’s Only Tuesday Monday’s ugly cousin - not Hump Day, not Friday Eve, and definitely not Friday, the crown jewel of the week It’s Monday’s leftover regrets pining for the weekend past so far from the one coming sigh… it’s only Tuesday ~ Modern Day Poetry, by someone who goes by the name, MotherGoose

Mark 12:41-44 NIV, The Widow’s Offering: Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents. Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”

Sounds like Tuesday may have an identity crisis of sorts, but, it's on the calendar and this one identifies itself as January 6, 2026. I want to encourage one and all today in doing all we can, with God's direction and help, for the Kingdom. There is a word, sticktoitiveness, and it has come to reflect the quality of persistent determination, tenacity, and unwavering commitment to a goal or task. Think about it. The Bible teaches that God rewards good works, often promising heavenly rewards or recognition for actions done in His name, as seen in verses like Matthew 16:27, "he will repay each person according to what he has done," and Colossians 3:23-24, "knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance". Key scriptures emphasize doing good secretly for God (Matthew 6:1-4), being diligent in service (Hebrews 6:10), and that faith without works is dead (James 2:14-17). And, I'm not talking about the showy things accomplished. While they are good, it is, in my opinion, as the old saying goes: The Steady Knock Wears the Rock. I heard the late Dr. Charles Stanley say one time that at the Judgment Seat of Christ where believers will be judged, not for their sins since they were taken away at The Cross, but, it will be our works, the ones we did and the ones we could have done. (Romans 14 and 2 Corinthians 5) Dr. Stanley went on to say while we often think about people like Billy Graham and others who have served in such a public way, he said it just might surprise us all to know the little old lady who has spent the better part of her sojourn on her knees interceding for the cause of Christ and for others, she just might be the one most honored by the Lord. I think of the song we used to hear often in the 1970's, 'Little is Much When God is in It', written by Kittie Suffield in 1924. She was a lady who sang at meetings and she wrote the song to share. Here are the lyrics:

 

Little Is Much When God Is in It

 

In the harvest field now ripened 
There is a work for all to do
Hark, the Master's voice it's calling
To the harvest, calling you

 

Does the place you're called to labor
Seem so small and little known?
Well, it is great if God is in it
And He will not forsake His own

 

Chorus: 

 

Little is much when God is in it
Labor not for wealth or fame
There's a crown, and you can win it
If you go in Jesus name

 

And when the conflict here has ended
And our race on Earth is run
He will say, "If you've been faithful
Welcome home, My child, well done"

 

Chorus:

 

For little is much when God is in it
Labor not for wealth or fame
And there's a crown, and you can win it
If you go
If you go
If you go in Jesus name

 

I had much more to say today but since I've said what I've said and it looks like quite a bit, I think maybe I will do like an old pastor I had one time, he said he could preach his sermons like a stick of bologna where he could cut it off anytime. I know. It's another dated reference but most will get the example. I do hope I remember a particular Bible illustration of these truths and if I do I will share it with you tomorrow. Maybe, if not, Lord willing and the Creek Indian Nation does not rise up against me, I will do my best to show up here in the blog production room here at the ole blogger ranch and we will all learn together what ends up on the electronic page. Take care, and may we all find ourselves thankful for all God has done for us in the past, what He is doing now, and, what He has in store for us in our future eternal life in His presence. Amen.

 

 

Note: The Creek Indian Nation is thought by some to be the meaning behind 'Lord willing and the creeks don't rise'. I'll let you check that one out for yourself. 

Song Chorus: "Thank you, Lord, for saving my soul Thank you, Lord, for making me whole Thank you, Lord, for giving to me Thy great salvation so rich and free" ~ "Thank You, Lord, for Saving My Soul" is a beloved gospel chorus written by Scottish evangelist Seth Sykes, with music usually attributed to his wife, Bessie Sykes, around 1940 in a Glasgow railway carriage, expressing profound gratitude for salvation, becoming a global hymn translated into over 70 languages, known for its simple, powerful message of thankfulness and often sung in revival meetings.

Welcome back, or maybe if you are like me it could be welcome oh my aching back. Ha! I say that because we spent a fair amount of this past Saturday taking down Christmas decorations. It is now Monday, January 5, 2026. I'm sure you remember when we all had trouble writing the new year. We pretty much are past that now because why? We no longer write paper checks. That is, at least, my theory of why it doesn't take until mid February to begin to get it right. Speaking of February, we have at times in the past left up our decorations for a good long period, but, not this time. Maybe that was on 'her' resolve to do list. Yesterday in the service at our local called out assembly, Church, a trio of college girls, I know they should be called young women, but, at my age, they are still girls, they sang the song that you hear often, 'Come Jesus Come'. That song always grabs our hearts as we look forward to the return of our Savior. At the same time it reminds me that we have those in our family who need to be saved before the end of all things. I know the Apostle John when summing up the visions he had been shown and the experiences he had on the island of Patmos, had these words, "He who bears witness to these things says, 'Yes, I am coming quickly.' Amen. Come, Lord Jesus." (From the Book of The Revelation of Jesus Christ, Chapter 22, verse 20, Legacy Standard Bible.)  The referenced 'He' is none other than Jesus and while we might see it as a long time, the Timeless One says He is coming quickly. John's response, "Amen. Come, Lord Jesus". I love that sentiment and I love that song while at the same time my heart hurts knowing that so many will be left behind. I had that on my mind as we came home yesterday and seemingly out of the blue, perhaps literally, we received a text from our son, Paw Paw to his grandchildren, telling us our great granddaughter Gabriella gave her heart to Jesus that morning. (That's her in the photo above with a little brother, Eli.) Only God. And, we thank Him for her testimony and for those who shared the truth with her. The Gospel is good news and hearing one of our littles has responded, well, that made our day complete even as we continue to pray for others. That's a praise and an Amen. Yep, yep, and yep!

 

Many of you know already about my long term love affair with Louisiana Coffee. While it varies each day, I typically imbibe some three or four cups. I know. Many think that's way too much, and, coupled with the Monster's I drink to help keep me awake, well, some has suggested my old ticker might be running just a wee bit faster than it should. According to a volunteer expert who happens to have firsthand knowledge because she sits beside me in Church, she testifies that if it is supposed to keep me from falling asleep, I need a Plan B. That little fellow in the graphic above was altered to illustrate my enjoyment of what some have called battery acid or even varnish remover, it originally said 'my favorite winter activity'. As you can see I replaced winter with the word anytime since I am committed to honesty and I also added the Community Coffee labels to indicate the coffee I enjoy going back inside to fetch. Got it? Good. Here's a little of Community's factoids from their website, " When Henry Norman 'Cap' Saurage started making great-tasting coffee in 1919, he realized it had the power to connect people. Shoppers enjoying a cup in Cap’s grocery store felt it too — strangers became neighbors, neighbors became friends, and a town became a community. Cap soon began blending coffee full-time to maximize the good he could do for his community of Baton Rouge, Louisiana. And what better name than 'Community' to show what his coffee was all about? Over five generations, we've made connections nationwide while evolving to best serve our customers. We've continually innovated the ways we source, roast, and preserve the peak freshness of our coffee. But through it all, we've stayed true to the community that got us started. The Saurage family still owns Community Coffee. They personally taste our blends every week to ensure freshness and flavor. And we continue to have an unwavering passion for making great-tasting coffee that connects people." Full disclosure requires me to inform my readers of how Community evolved to where they now offer dozens of blends and flavors. I know. It's today's market, but, I do cringe when I see, as only one example, a Caramel Cookie Butter flavor. Talk about nightmares. Yikes. The better news is how the original coffee flavors are still around and after 105 years, well, that's not a bad record. Okay. Enough about a subject very few really care that much about but since I do, and it's my blog, well, it is what it is. In closing, Y'all. Yes, that means you too. Y'all have a blessed day and don't forget to give God the glory. Amen.