Tag Archives: faith over fear
March fifth; Faith over Fear, Faith in Spite of Fear
People differ, fears differ. The following story was written in 2011, though the actual event with the toy happened around thirty years ago. But stay with me as it moves beyond a toy story. an evil toy called blue bear … Continue reading
February Eighteenth; When We Realize Where Calm Resides.
There she blows. We knew it was coming as the weather folks had been warning us of the storm’s approach. I made all the preparations that I could just in case. All the while I was hoping that it wouldn’t … Continue reading
January Tenth; Not Broke, but Once Broken, Though No Longer
“Oh wait, I am broke.” But….in reality, I’m not. Though I once was. A meme is making the rounds that reads “If I was broke and had nothing to offer you would you still be my friend?” I shared it … Continue reading
Day Five; Footnotes Still Physically Strong Enough, Available Enough, and Smart Enough
At least I still can. I took mom to a local warehouse store today. She needed bottled water for dad because for what ever reason, he won’t drink water from the spigot. She also needed bird seed because she was … Continue reading
Day 355; Footnotes of Nag-Nag-Nag
As the temperature outside falls, I sit here sipping hot tea and watching Polar Express…again. I think this will be the fifth time this season. The dogs are both asleep close to my chair. They’ve been in a while, much … Continue reading
Day 347; Footnotes, He Wants me to Do What?
Usual I went for groceries and while out, managed to get some shopping accomplished. I have my son’s and my mother’s gift. It was what she asked for, its what she’s getting from me. I also went ahead and got … Continue reading
Pondering About Why
Why is it so difficult for some people to ask for help? I was in a discussion earlier about that very question. While we did discuss it as well as we could over the phone, and thought the discussion pretty … Continue reading
Day 300; Footnotes of What Do I Fear…Human…
Monsters As a youth, due to a ‘joke’ played on me by a friend, I developed a fear of the dark. Actually, it was a fear of going to sleep, terrified that I would not wake up. Many years later … Continue reading
October Twenty-second Not As It Seems
Have patience with me… For I am a work in progress, and I am trying. It simply isn’t all that easy. While I am discussing me here, this can also pertain to many others who for various reasons, are in … Continue reading
October Eighth; In The Month of Fear-Fear the Dark
Not always. Its no secret that I live in the dirt road where I grew up. Living on a dirt road out in the country with only four homes at the time, meant no street lights. When it got dark, … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 