My Dad's Birthday

     Today is June 4, 2017. My Dad would have turned 79 today. I'm not going to grieve over my loss but give thanks to God  The good times we had together outnumber the bad, although most were just okay, I guess. I'll thank God that Dad passed away quickly. His health was failing and the last thing my step Mom asked him was, "Roy, What's wrong?"  He said , "I don't know but  it ain't good". Those were his last words on this good earth.

     I'm also thanking the Lord my Mom is in good if not great health for a lady her age. She'll be 79 in September, 4 days before I reach 58. She's having a rough time caring for my brother, her son who is a mere 2.5 years older than I am. He can take care of his basic staying clean and such but that's about all he can do. He can't cook, wash dishes, help clean house nor do yard work. Actually, he can't do any kind of work. Mom is fighting the system to get him on disability but "the system" keeps rejecting.

     Enough of the grumbling. I've made a decision that when my knees and/or feet hurt instead of whining, I thank God that I still have and can feel them. Sometimes I will say, "Thank you, Father. I am really feeling them tonight!" Last night I was actually to the point in my knees I prayed, " Father, if You don't mind turning it down just a tiny bit?"

     Back on the home front, I've been getting happy in my gardens. Yesterday I planted bean seeds in a fine and lovely mist rain. I came inside after the task was completed to rest a bit and was thinking, "Fella, you reek and them britches you have on are filthy! The dirt under your nails (finger and toe) makes you look like a grave robber."
     The back door was open and directly I hears water gushing off the roof. I fetched a towel, tossed on the washing machine right there by the back door and went and took a God shower. I did keep my shorts on during my God shower. Not out of modesty but because as I said before, they were filthy.

     I've been watching religious programs on TV and listening to praise songs on the radio as of late. Some rabbis and preachers touch me more than others. Some songs by some artists I like more than others. For now, I'll not endorse any given preacher nor rabbi. I'll not tell you what songs move me.
     I will ask this of you, however. If you've tried everything else and aren't happy, try GOD. Give Him a mere 30 minutes a day surfing the TV or internet to hear His word.
      I started by finding what I thought was a like History Channel series about Jesus and now I am hooked. I feel saved and blessed by God's grace and Jesus's blood.