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Fear Not the Coming Storm
Something I do not ordinarily do. Not publicly anyway. I am asking for prayers for my son for safe travels as he is on his way to Alabama for the weekend. Yes, he is dragging that camper. As long as … Continue reading
March Twenty-ninth Facing and Overcoming Fear
What a day yesterday was. Sitting here this morning, I can hear the sounds of kittens. One of the not so strays for what ever reason, decided to have her babies in the back yard.She is up against the wall, … Continue reading
March Ninth; When All Is Said and Done
Gentle can be deceiving. I went to bed last night around midnight. It was raining a gentle spring shower type rain, not one of those pounding down summer torrents that always worries me about that drain pipe that runs under … Continue reading
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
Day Sixty-two; Footnotes True Focus on What’s Important.
Blessings come wrapped in interrupted plans. The plan was to take mom to the bank and the store, get back home and load up the dog and head for the mountain for another hike. I even got myself together earlier … Continue reading
Day Sixty; Footnotes on Differences
Well, as usual, that didn’t go as hoped. I had hoped to take Bella and go hike Crowder’s Mountain. That didn’t happen. I asked mom if she needed to go to the bank, but she didn’t feel up to going. … 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
Day Forty-eight; Footnotes Not Fear, But Love
The winds are really picking up. The wind chimes on my front porch are playing madly and Molly is trying to hide under my desk. I finally got up and closed the door to outside so she couldn’t hear the … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 