Gallant Valor

August 28, 2017

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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!!!

Gallant Valor

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!

Heat Wave ~~~

God can’t save me from the satanic fury of mother Earth…


Standing before our heavenly Father, the inferno of hell is upon us. The sweltering sun has taken its toll. The vegetation wilts as no amount of water will bless their existence. I stand with them; my body reverently concedes; this is no place for human consummation. Dehydrated, the heat melts my body; God can’t save me from the satanic fury of mother Earth. Trying to obtain my composure, I feel my body pulsating. All I want is to close my eyes, concerned the rest of me is too weak to recover. The battle is now on as I ask God to help. So in my conscience mind, between the heat and shade, I am overwhelmed from the turmoil; the elements prevail.

heat wave

Though this is life in a nutshell, we fight to survive, struggling to make ends meet. Chasing the Almighty, God hears us sweat. Bills will continue in rain, shine or snow and in this sweltering heat too; there is no mercy.

Hunting for salvation, our destinies are plagued. Our comforts are riddled and there’s no escaping. Turning to the last resort (which should have been the first), we thirst for our own Resurrection. But stymied by the flames, hell is all around us. Praying to God, we sit in the drought waiting on the rain. Even a shower would be a promise of hope.

Though the sun has retired for evening, the remnants of this heat wave remind me of a beach after a tornado; the winds have fanned the furnace. The brutal heat splinters branches and shrivels stems, shaded only by mercy. I watch knowing God hears all his creatures. May God not let Satan rule and control forever. So I pray for those less fortunate. I hear their calling and all I can do is water the jonquils, realizing life is so precious….


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Mother’s Slippers

….for your children know not your footsteps you have walked


The day breaks and exasperating as life is, will we ever understand the meaning of it?? Reflecting on my mother’s spirit, her heart was in the right place. But we had our moments and it took me a long time to forgive her.

Situations merit decisions with consequences unbeknownst to our children. I, too, fell into that category. Generations later, little explains of a mother’s woes. I will never walk a yard in my mother’s footsteps. I remember the blood, sweat, and tears that came from my growing up years. A lady of stature, eloquence and reprise, I had no idea the hell she lived through all her life.

My thoughts of her linger as I watch the path you meander. God, I pray to grant you serenity, for your children know not your footsteps you have walked. Love is very deep and the hurts resonate from within. Blessed are the weak yet strong in their venue. I walk in your presence; I reach out to comfort your spirit. The harm is immeasurable, as children try to ruin a mother’s love. I listen to your silence as though it screams, like drifts of sand that crest in a storm.

A child might walk in a mother’s steps yet never wear her slippers. I, a mere child of wisdom and respect, can only now relate to the dust storms of my mother’s childhood. I watch this generation, with reflections of my own, resonating from the sixties. Though life was different, hardships are similar.

Testing the time, a mother’s love captivates the mind. All God’s creatures, instinctively, protect the bond. Yet, I watch those who try to revolt, losing themselves when their own offspring arise. Realizing their mistakes, as bi-products conquer in agony, they fight for the same respect of their own predecessors.

Quietly, I sit and watch the yearlings taking turns yielding to their parents. It just doesn’t matter if you fly or walk; children should learn “respect” of the age-old value of seniority. Today, the thought saddens me that we, as kids, didn’t learn the valuable lessons. Those who follow, think that at birth, they already know more than their parents.

But, scrap albums tell who wore the apron strings; for those that sat for the fMother's Slippersamily portrait, she bore the kids upon her lap; her arms stretched out encompassing them. And as you look closer at that old family portrait… notice “Mom’s Slippers”, worn out, against the couch. God love you, Mom……

 

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