How Your Garden Grows

You reap what you sow…..


It’s been a rough winter with lots of snow and very cold; no El Niño this past season. Remnants of winter linger into the spring; broken branches and debris still remains. The last frost was last week so I plan this weekend to cultivate. But watching what I’ve seen this season gives me pause….how does your garden grow? Did you plant too early or are you waiting? Will it be too late for your harvest needs rain?

In the spring flowers, I watch the butterflies as they arrive in the winds and pollen is carried off. I pray the little creatures will bless my garden. Only God sends angels to protect my nurturing.

Though I’m constantly observing, I question your intentions. Looking across the meadow’s tranquility, I wonder what grows beneath your aura. I ask God, how can I help as I look at your direction lost in the cross hairs?

I listen to crickets as the night calls while God blesses those wGarden Growsho follow his commandments. I lay my head upon my pillow, praying for the inflicted who unaware of their notions, day in and out. I pray God to help your garden. But the wilted vegetation reflects my concerns – no one knows what you planted. The sun comes up and the sun sets. I stand on my mountain and watch….

You reap what you sow…..


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Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption,  (Galatians 6: 7-8)


Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. The wicked are not so, but are like chaff that the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; …   (Psalm 1: 1-6)

What’s In A Kiss?

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Did You Know??

The science of kissing is called philematology.

Scholars are unsure if kissing is a learned or instinctual behavior. In some cultures in Africa and Asia, kissing does not seem to be practiced.

Passionate kissing burns 6.4 calories a minute. A Hershey’s kiss contains 26 calories, which takes five minutes of walking–or about four minutes of kissing–to burn off.

French kissing involves 34 facial muscles. A pucker kiss involves only two.

In France, it’s called a tongue kiss or soul kiss because if done right, it feels as if two souls are merging. In fact, several ancient cultures thought that mouth-to-mouth kissing mingled two lovers’ souls.

Kissing is good for teeth. The anticipation of a kiss increases the flow of saliva to the mouth, giving the teeth a plaque-dispersing bath.

Kissing at the conclusion of a wedding ceremony can be traced to ancient Roman tradition where a kiss was used to sign contract.

The average person spends at least two weeks of their life kissing.


Arriving home from a late summer’s day, my feet ached; I walked six miles. Not exactly planned but thank God there was no rain. Building a rather large shed, jumping about and climbing up and down the ladder, I think I did my daily aerobics. So I pulled my truck into the garage, turned it off, and I didn’t have the energy to open the door. Fragilely, I stepped out, walking as though I was stepping on egg shells. I opened the house door only to be greeted with a hug and a great big kiss!

Now we have all been kissed before. But you know, there’s something so special about being kissed when your half dead from a hard day at work. I think I can relate to how the family hound feels after returning home from being lost.

There’s just no comparison to a kiss when that kiss is so “heartfelt”. I’m not sure if I’ve ever felt a kiss that touched my heart so much. Not even a touch, though that’s a different kind of feeling, warm as well; but it was just a simple act of affection that grabbed my entire soul.


The twinkle in her smile told me how much she missed me. I felt the sparkle as she stared into my soul. God, what an awesome feeling!! So I put down my things, reached around to respond to her hug but she was gone. Just like a spirit!

A tear came….where’d she go? Was I dreaming? Retreating to reality, I wasted no time rejuvenating my body. Cleanliness, you know, is close to where I want to be as I start my journey to search for that dream. God knows what she means to me as I reach for the passion she brings.

But at the end of the day, I look in her eyes and wrap my weary arms around her waist. I smile at her face and there I “kiss” her loving heart – goodnight.

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“If you don’t change your direction, you’ll end up where your headed”

I can’t for the life of me tell you why there are some that want to live their life criminally. Where does it start? Parents? Maybe, or possibly a very bad marriage or relationship? No matter, God won’t save the unruly ones. You couldn’t look at me. I know you’ll be blinded if you try to look into God’s eyes.

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Trying to connect the dots, I started with Facebook. I find another assumed name and pictures you might have in a Boy’s Life magazine. Now inquisitive, your nothing like you appear on LinkedIn either.

Why hide the truth, I wonder. The lies will eat you alive someday….or maybe now. So I dove into your integrity, camouflaged by humanity. For God so loved, he protects the hundreds you have infected. There’s no cure!

I recently read, “you are what you are”. Closing the journal, I went to a leather-bound. In a word, you can’t rectify the damage but you can rebuke the thoughts. As God gives us a new day to start over, born again, dawn anoints the honorable. Christ then leads them away from the evil, but of course, you have to want to change.

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Author John C. Maxwell once said, “If you don’t change your direction, you’ll end up where your headed”. No names necessary as I’d spoil my point, but giving God the credit, His antidote was in place long before 2017. I sit and absorb God’s offering. Not alone nor insecure, tranquility has measured my reassurance.

Your unscrupulous habits I pray, will end. For our almighty Father will administer His fate, on those who feel ashamed…..or SHOULD!



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For he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer. (Romans 13:4)

Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. (1 Corinthians 6: 9-10)

Gallant Valor

August 28, 2017


It’s Sunday evening….some are about to return to church, some about to sit down for a wonderful dinner; some may be ready to slide back in their recliners to watch the evening news or some football. But let me interject some thoughts….

“God Bless Texas”

These courageous folks…. not the police or military; but the humanitarians who launch their boats on the highways into uncharted waters. They travel rooftop to rooftop, listening for stranded victims. Unless you have been involved in search and rescue as I did, you can’t imagine the danger. The sewers flood out, alligators and snakes, and the mosquitos will carry you off. Then there are the caskets that surface.

Here is where black lives matter! White supremacists could care less what you and the rest of America thinks. This is war friends – Texans against nature’s worst. God is the only entity prayed to here.

You talk about coming together as united people? Well snowflakes, take a lesson – WAKE UP! This is how America was and will always be. People with dignity respecting those with integrity. God bless them!!!

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By the grace of God, there is no color of race nor ethnic coupe. There are no boastful rednecks. They instead drive for hours to launch their boats on interstates to save those in dire straits.

Praise those who give their time! They leave their families behind to help the survived. They certainly command a medal to commemorate their valiant duty.

God bless them!

These Metallic Memories

….only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits.


If I could go back into the chapters of my mind and resurrect memories, I wish I hadn’t had my soured childhood. Teenage pressures conquered my soul as I was bullied in school as the “the fat kid”. Constantly in one turmoil or another, I watched my father wilt away. I was the young age of fourteen. My dad and mentor is now in heaven but I still look to the skies today to talk to him. I guess, though, there were some fonder times. Let think if I can remember one.

My parents sent me to Rising Sun summer camp every year. It reminded me of the song, in more ways than one. I always looked forward to it.

I moved out at twenty-one under defiant protest. I didn’t need to hear the sermons filtering down. I was so disgusted with everyone that I packed my bags and moved to Florida.

Reaganomics crippled the economy with 14% interest; life had stymied. The challenges we met were battled on the front lines whether it be Vietnam or our own city streets. God, I’m sure, watched from above. But nonetheless, drudgery became a way of life. Until…..

A knock at the door and a metallic memory you’ll never forget – the innocence of an Angel. Poised, her persona was nothing short of Heavenly. With no way to stay in touch, God was the only. Priors soured, single now, neither knew the other’s crossings. But those joyous moments became a distant dream as reality set back in, like an evening thunderstorm, scattering debris. The trials and tribulations remind me of metals on a lapel from wars fought on a personal front. We struggled to survive. Our pure little hearts never realized the heartaches we individually endured. But God saw what no one else could believe, “a spark”, thirty years ago that united two souls in infamy.

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Youthful in spirit, with collected memories from obituary relationships, only God with all His strength would seemingly find our two spirits. He reconnected these metallic memories of life.


Working feverishly to build an empire, may God too, bless our days and nights. It’s another battle to share from God above. My eyes closed, I listen to your blessed spirits, your fingers going a hundred miles an hour.

We move to a new plateau, holding hands, while making more “Metallic Memories.”



Be Counted

Life is just so precious!

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Life is a precious commodity when a world can somehow find harmony. I look at love maybe differently. It’s in the many shadows that stretch across our lawns as the fragrance of beds could be bottled. It’s the cat snuggling with the family bird and even the wild deer eating from the dog’s bowl as he lays there submissive.

I watch the flock of birds that hatched in spring. They never wanted to leave their domain. They perch on the fence behind the house; their bellies full, waiting and watching for the neighbor’s cat.

Closing my eyes, I smell the flowers that brighten my morning and I realize how precious life really is.

Sitting in the setting sun though, my heart goes out to all those experiencing this hell of a storm. The trees destroyed and colorful flower beds by the newly mowed lawn have washed away. The fury is bearing down. I wish I could do more but prayer is all anyone can do at this point.

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As landmarks tumble, the fright of life hangs in the balance. Signs used to help navigate through old towns will never be as they once were. So sad to see Satan still tries to rule the world. There’s no love shown in 130 mile per hour winds.

Here, the gentle winds remain as sailboats luff out upon the lake. A romantic night that God has blessed and lovers kiss under the moonlight. It’s so quiet, so peaceful. It’s hard to believe that a few hundred miles away, the eve of destruction exists in the night. Life is just so precious!

Night comes….it’s a new moon shining on a disastrous situation. Those that can, count their blessings and try to find what’s left of a congregation. They hold hands, praying and give thanks for what is left. Life again, so precious.

But it’s not just Texas – we all should wake and give thanks. A new day, another chance, born again, and dawn awaits. My heart goes out not just to Texas but all that have lost their counted 5

As life turns, we come to appreciate how things once were. I think back to going my grandmother’s home after church for dinner. Boy, I hated that! But I never understood until now; or the Christmas mornings my brother and I sat and waited for our parents to wake. The things we think that never made sense then, seems to portray when wisdom tells the story.

It’s a new day. The sun is shining on my world so it’s time to give thanks giving God the glory. Praising his name, faith keeps us all in check. So I listen to the choir once again, a carnival of lyrics; a melody we remember, a battle hymn, a call to duty. We are all God’s children, like it or not.

Be counted as life is so precious….. and over before you know it!


Let us continue to pray for the Hurricane Harvey victims –

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God Is Not A Slot Machine

….what do gamblers see as they give their tithes to the one armed bandit?

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In the backrooms of musty smells, you can hear the bells that anticipate the winnings. I wonder…. what do gamblers see as they give their tithes to the one armed bandit? I shudder to think as faith is not luck. God won’t appear on a “Lucky Duck” machine!

Tinsel town is just for those who bet on faith. A roll of the dice and they close their eyes and pray. It’s a great place to play but if they would just take that practice and go to church.

In the holy sanctuaries is where I place my bets. God has never let me down. Giving has another meaning when your commitment goes into the offering plate. Oddly, the service plate is removed before dessert. I dread the thought of having dessert delivered from a one arm bandit!


Having a deep admiration for God’s Word, you do not have to know how to read. Just listen to the lesson being delivered. Hear the bells ringing from the steeple where God is love. Fellowship gathers and it doesn’t cost a thing. You won’t leave broke as your spiritual wallet is filled with riches from the pulpit.

I pray for those who’ve lost their hard-earned wages. I’m a pauper of sorts. Like skipping a rock across the pond, I have little desire to pitch my earnings.


Today I wake thanking God for the morning light. Dawn, I bet, waits to enjoy a cup of coffee with me. My winnings?? They are the result of spiritual happiness. To sit in peace and give thanks to the Holy Spirit…. that is priceless, don’t you agree?


Life’s a gamble….a roll of the dice. What will your investment return? Happiness and joy or a pocket full of maybe’s?

As always, I place my bets on God above. I may not roll a Lucky Duck yet I can smile at the sad faces of reality. My life’s consumed in Holy prayer; not in risks that lend themselves to happenstance – just deep respect that God exists.

Faith! What a great bargaining chip!

Yup, I was right!  Here’s Dawn……..


Who is Dawn?  Read my blog to find the answer….God’s Little Girl


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