Well, aren't you all surprised that I have a post after some long time of living and let living in the world of blogsville. This is no doubt the smallest yet the largest of towns, and to some extent one knows no one and yet knows everyone, I have been without question involved and to what, I at times have no, to little idea. I wonder at times about how I spent my hours each day. I mean, I do work, that is drive all over and glad hand folks along the way, which is so far outside my comfort zone, I ponder how I am actually able to do that, Oh right, the Spirit of the Lord. I have been making progress on the railroad actually, during some of those off hours, which I seem to find at all hours of the day. Then there is those two little girls down the street, Oh how sweet it is to spent moments in their presence. Being a Papa is just the greatest gift I will ever have to enjoy. However, age keeps sneaking up as well, When I think of my first, Victoria heading off to be a freshman in High School. Oh my, how can it be? My time over the past few weeks or so since my last post, has also been a tad busy with sermons and lessons, I have had the occasion to be able to preach at the retirement community next to our church, for the past 3 weeks and several Sunday Night services at our church, so I have spent hours preparing and posting just didn't find it's way into my schedule. I know I am just going on about how busy I am and making excuses why not to post, and I know that informing you all of my life, also seems, or could seem a bit boastful, but I assure you that is not either the case, I merely offer this post as an appeasement to those that might for whatever reason have some interest in my doings.
As well as an offering of sorts, or an affirmation that I will endeavor to add to the list of thoughts that may trickle out from my brain, from time to time, if in fact any really do.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
To blog at last
To blog at last, is my lot in life
All others making comments
So I blog as not to create strife
Much water under the bridge did pass
Since my last entry all who read
But the current that flowed has been a blast
To record it others have said
"do it", "write it" "put it all down"
Not so fast, some things are better left in the past
I'll mention one highlight
your curiosity to feed
A birthday I celebrated
God's grace was the deed!
Another year from the hand of his mercy
One more to be able to see my daughters
and granddaughters grow,
and my wife with to be.
The rest of the story, I bore you not with,
it consists of bogie's and birdies
and even pars you would not be a myth
It consists of working, preaching, laying track for the train,
mowing grass, sipping coffee on the deck in the morning shade
with my love to share a few moments of time to gain
In the immortal words of some famous pig
That's all folks
All others making comments
So I blog as not to create strife
Much water under the bridge did pass
Since my last entry all who read
But the current that flowed has been a blast
To record it others have said
"do it", "write it" "put it all down"
Not so fast, some things are better left in the past
I'll mention one highlight
your curiosity to feed
A birthday I celebrated
God's grace was the deed!
Another year from the hand of his mercy
One more to be able to see my daughters
and granddaughters grow,
and my wife with to be.
The rest of the story, I bore you not with,
it consists of bogie's and birdies
and even pars you would not be a myth
It consists of working, preaching, laying track for the train,
mowing grass, sipping coffee on the deck in the morning shade
with my love to share a few moments of time to gain
In the immortal words of some famous pig
That's all folks
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