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. 

Billy Graham's favorite hymn, 'And Can it Be' written by John Wesley in 1738: 1) And can it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me, who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! how can it be That Thou, my God, should die for me? Refrain: Amazing love! how can it be That Thou, my God, should die for me! 2) 'Tis mystery all! Th'Immortal dies! Who can explore His strange design? In vain the firstborn seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine! 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore, Let angel minds inquire no more. [Refrain] 3) He left His Father's throne above, So free, so infinite His grace; Emptied Himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free; For, O my God, it found out me. [Refrain] 4) Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light; My chains fell off, my heart was free; I rose, went forth and followed Thee. [Refrain] 5) No condemnation now I dread; Jesus, and all in Him is mine! Alive in Him, my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th'eternal throne, And claim the crown, through Christ my own. [Refrain]

Welcome to Day 2 of this brand new year, and, I bid each one a hearty hello on this Friday, January 2, 2026. If you use any of the social media apps you are aware of the flood of artificial intelligence aided postings, mostly of altered photographs. In the above photo, the top picture is of yours truly taken in a studio project we did last November. The bottom photo is of how ChatGPT altered that image making me into the quinsintential Coca-Cola Santa. To resemble that particular image of the jolly old elf has been my goal since beginning the Santa adventure some 16 years ago. I didn't post the photo in my blog today to get your response on how well I am doing in reflecting this image, rather, I posted it because it reminded me of what people should see when they look at and interact with us as individuals. Okay. Here I go with another song I grew up singing:

 

 Let The Beauty of Jesus

words: Albert W. T. Orsbom (1916)
music: Tom M. Jones (1927)

Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me,
All His wonderful passion and purity;
May His spirit divine all my being refine,
Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me.

When somebody has been so unkind to you,
Some words spoken that pierces you thru and thru;
Think how He was beguiled, spat upon and reviled,
Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in you.

From the dawn of the morning to close of day,
In example in deeds and in all you say;
Lay your gifts at His feet, ever strive to keep sweet,
Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in you.

 

I will tell you this about that. Because we still have what the Apostle Paul named as the 'old man', (Ephesians 4, and Romans 6), living in us, showing forth our Savior when it really counts, that is, in our day by day living, well, it can be challenging. Don't make me go into detail how I know that to be true. My point in bringing it up is that we should not give up. Sure. In reading a number of lists that people have posted as new year resolutions, the 'be kinder' came up often. True kindness to others for believers is when we reflect our Savior and our identity as His own as we go about our daily living. Again, the Apostle Paul calls on believers to have the mind of Christ, Philippians 2:5, and, that's likely where I need to work going forward in 2026 and beyond. You've got this covered already? Good for you! Sorry to disappoint you, but, I am, at best, a work in progress with a long way to go. You will pray for me? Thanks so much because I need all the help I can get. 

I will close with this. How about us praying one for another that we will make progress this year in the area that matters most, our spiritual walk. Got it? Good. Take care now. You hear? And, may God add His blessings. Amen.  

"Another year! Use it kindly; you will not have it long, and almost ere you are aware, it will be past." ~ Charles F. Raymond, "This Banner Year," Just Be Glad, 1907

Okay. Here we go. It is the one and only first day of 2026, written as January 1, 2026. Happy Thursday and I do have some resolutions to share with you today. The first is heartfelt. I mentioned to my long-term proof reader that it appeared I might be drifting towards a wee bit of wordiness. She was quiet. She didn't argue but I, based on some 64 years of experience, interpreted her response: "You think?" Point taken. I will think about trying to do better. In fact, I resolve to think about thinking about doing better. How about that for a solid commitment of resolve? I updated the tag on my blog. I will confess I had trouble coming up with a rhyming word for 2026 but thanks to Google AI, I was able to do this one: Still In the Mix in 2026. It does give a smidgen of presumptiveness, however, if I am able to climb the stairs and sit in the chair on any given day and if I am able, using the electronic means to produce another edition, well, I consider myself to still be in the mix fully knowing that it could change at any time. I'm sure some out there wanted a clarification on that one. Not really? I also added the qualification that states I will, if the Lord agrees, turn 80 in this upcoming August. (I think most are aware that we believe life begins at conception, therefore, since my mother carried me 9 months, well, do the math, I am already well over 80.) But given how age is counted, if I make it to my official birthday in August I will join the narrowing percentage in that this male population group makes up roughly 3.3%, (80 or older), in our country. Back in the day when I worked in downtown Houston in the high rise, since I was a department head the company provided me with a membership to the historic Houston Club. I did think I was somebody. Think about it. The company provided the membership cost. The company paid the monthly expense. I ate there often and I did get to rub shoulders with folks who thought they were somebody too. Many of them were very much more recognizable than me. Truth is, looking back, as Paw Paw Mac would say, "It didn't amount to a hill of beans." I recently heard a preacher talking about a major newspaper interview with the mayor, at that time, of New York City. When the reporter asked about how the mayor viewed his accomplishments in office, he replied with something like this: "If there is a God and if there is a judging process then there is no doubt in my mind that I will be first to go into heaven based on all the good I have accomplished." Those comments were in the published interview. The pastor went on to lament how the world pretty much sees it the same way. If there is a judgment, then the good will be weighed against the bad and if I've done more good than bad, I get in. Sounds good. Right? Well, that, my friend, is not how it works. It doesn't matter if you are burned at the stake for your stated fidelity to your faith, unless you know Jesus as Savior and Lord, you will find your place in hell. If you give all you have to the poor but you do not know Jesus in the free pardon from sin, well, you too will find your place in hell. Okay. I admit it. I decided to postpone the curtailment of wordiness until tomorrow. You know. Sing along with me: "Tomorrow, tomorrow! I love ya tomorrow! You're always A day Away!" Back to the matter at hand. I'll leave us all to consider what many believe to be some of the most chilling words spoken by our Lord, "Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’" (Matthew 7:21-23 English Standard Version). I suppose this sounds like a welcome to my menu for the first day of the new year: Conviction, conviction, conviction! I do take responsibility for it, but, I must tell the truth again, I sat down, you know like someone ready to play the piano, and, this is the song that came forth. It did. It really did.

 

I would like to think that paragraph looks longer than it really is. What? You too! At least we have found agreement on something. I do have some aspirations for this upcoming year. Essentially, they have to do with growing in the grace of our Lord and Savior. At my age? Don't be alarmed, but, yes! If I do grow, then many of the areas I wish to improve will show up in my serving during the time I have left. Those areas include use of my time, my talent, my treasure, and, my testimony. Those pretty much cover impact on my family, my brothers and sisters in Christ, my friends, and, any and all others I come in contact with, oh yeah, including those I have trouble getting along with. The bottom line, and I don't mean to sound morbid, but, I have so much to do and so little time to do it. You are right. I should have started earlier. Without any malice or forethought, I think my response to us all is this: Physician heal thyself. Until next time, have a great day and may God, who is timeless, in the time we have available in this brand new year, bless us all, for His honor and glory. Amen.