No way can I even begin to express the differance a mother can make...does make for mankind!!  One shinning example was given by my mom!  What a treasure!! 

Mom Thank you for never walking away....giving up....or losing faith....God has blessed your efforts and your faith many times over.  I wish I could hug you and thank you in person.

Mom in law, Your courage and love continues to be a shining ligt for us all!  Keep on, in spite of  the tough times you are a thankful woman!  I love you! 

Daughter, As a mommy you are so committed,  you have so much to give...and you are being a faithful and loving mom.  Keep it up girl!  I love the way you love your children and hubby. Keep on!

Now a word of tribute to the mother of our children....You too have not given up or walked away ..or stopped believing...many times you could have had reason to quit caring, because it hurt so much to love and give.  yet you haven't and won't!!  Thank You my lovely jewel. You are a precious lady!                         HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

 Ok I just figured it out ...I am ...different!  No really sort of....ok I'll say, it weird.  I keep hearing people say that they didn't feel like coming to church but you can't go by your feeling so they just go.  I also hear people ( I'm talkin good fine christian folks here)  saying that they know they shouldn't but that they complain to much.  So I say STOP IT! 

Wake up next Sunday morn and think..(thinking will take awhile for some of you,) but try anyway. Think this. "I am soooo happy I can crawl, for me its wobble, out of bed to the shower." Then on the way there, yell out loudly "HEY KIDS AND SWEETIE GUESS WHAT!! (pause for effect)  ITS AWESOME!! pause agian TODAY WE, pause YES WE, GET TO GO TO A SERVICE WHERE WE GET TO GLORIFY JESUS AND LEARN NEW WAYS TO DO KINGDOM WORK! WOW ! PRAISE THE LORD!"

Repeat this over until you get hit by a pillow or everyone is up saying thinks like "Wow! thanks dad, I am so looking forward to this too! Thank you Daddy for waking me early!" "Church is so much fun!"

Then you sing praises to Jesus as you: Put kids shoes on, Drink something hot, Kiss that lovely bride of yours! take your morning prayer walk, Pick out a clean shirt and pants,  (ok dress for the gals)  Put away your cheerios and rinse out the bowls and then do many other helpful things to enhance the opportunities of this 1st day of this week!

Get the pic??? We don't feel like it because we don't anticipate, appreciate and facilitate! (and some other ate words)  I am NOT being idealistic here.... We plan for church like we plan on goin to the bathroom!  We don't go until we have to!  What if some Sunday morn we woke and and couldn't go?? (not the bathroom duh, the church service)...I telling you we need to feel like going! We need to WANT IT  if we don't....(here comes my prophet bend) We got serious problems!!!   (there I said it)  Drop the ball games, the late night parties, the hours of videos, xbox, surfing, sniffing glue, working feverously, what ever it is that keeps you from feeling like church!  Oh and when you go to church and you just lost your car or job or something and the greeter says how are you. DON'T YOU DARE TELL THEM "fine"  NO NO tell them you need prayer and you want it NOW!  the poor greeter will not be greeter again as long as they let you come to that church. (hyperbole usage here)  Anyway as you can see this is a thing with me FEEL LIKE CHURCH! IF YOU DON'T? TRY GIVING WHAT YOU WANT OTHERS TO GIVE! Aw gotta go my wife is sweetly callin me from a nicely cleaned car to tell me its time to go!  I LOVE CHURCH!

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?  THIS KID STILL FEELS LIKE GOING TO CHURCH!!

love u!

So .....Here I am after another birthday, to old to remember my shoe size ...Well almost... and I'm doing some reminiscing.  I got this thing about reminiscing and its simple. WHO CARES?  I might sound a bit harsh here, but honestly does anyone care that you get a special feeling of pride when you see an old Oliver 66 Tractor? 

Its gotta be boring when you go on and on about the countless hours you spent on the seat of that thing in rough fields getting them ready for planting and who cares that you used the old rusty cub cadet to feed 250 fat screaming hogs ever day for 15 years? 

Nor do they care that you painted the old Ford and put in a radio so that you had a decent pickup to drive around in Smyrna getting supplies?..with plastic Pep Boys hubcaps.

 No  so I smile with all the memories and keep them to myself....Those HOT days on the tractor with all the dust and noise ...the sound of 250 hogs chowing down in a cozy barn....the clean little piggies... 12 of them nursing under the heat lamps...STOP! WHO CARES?

 Its kind of hard leaving those days go and embracing the current moments..especially when I'm aware that I just don't fit in as much anymore.  The youthful robust face in the mirror now has a double chin, thick glasses, and white hair.  I know, I know, I am just glad to be alive but I miss my youth....my hopeless optimism that just beyond the next corner lies a new adventure.  I miss the admiration of the old people as I worked circles around them. Oh well..

 Right now I am in a sort of sad mood but maybe tomorrow I'll be happier after my pain pills kick in and my back gets adjusted.... Why I remember the time I ......................was younger

I just love it...hehehehehe