Premises: Choices! Conclusion: Reality!
So? In the logic-of-life---why am I…here?
Indeed! Your choices demand your conclusion!
Nobody to blame;
You, my friend, did it---all!
But, thee knows
not me circumstance! Oh! Wise-ass!
I need
not---and…I make no value judgment;
just Truth!
Any problems?
Any issues? Any---solutions!?
No! I do not
know your situation! I do not want
to!
But, I know
where to see the “cause” of any consternation:
Hold up a mirror
to your nose and see the cause and solution!
You! Fix it! You
caused it! With your choices!
The
Truth shall always
set you free! Try it! Even---just…once!
Maybe a humble
smile at the idiocy practiced on your
part!?
Perhaps a kind
word instead of a scowl becoming natural!?
How about you
embracing the idea of: Christian Charity!?
A true confession: Mea culpa! Mea culpa! Mea maxima culpa!
So? In the logic-of-life---why am I…here?
You! Your decisions
and choices!
Fix it! Live
with it! Do much better---right now!
You committed the
transgressions that brought you here!
Admit them!
Confess them! Repent! Resolve! Improve!
Nobody else
served-up here; nobody else can relieve your pain!
Humbly give a
simple nod and---reverently pray…Amen!
Should you
humbly confess with conviction---
Tomorrow’s
beautiful new dawn will be…
Gorgeous! Your eyes
shall---see!
Plus:
Day 141
Mom &
Zachariah doing counted cross-stitch
as they traveled
across the country
Z.
Tyler was our “shadow”-companion for his first five years with Beth in Law
School; we sure enough enjoyed our little friend; wouldn’t have had it any
other way.
As
I have confessed my sin of “Gypsy-blood” transgressions, moving around and
across the wide landscape like some “criminal” on-the-run (I really
wasn’t---well…mostly!); we put some many thousands of miles under our belts and
Z. Tyler rode “shotgun”, on Nanny’s lap. “modern” man with his erudite,
sophisticated, invasive laws would preclude such “child-endangerment” behavior
today, but, “back in the day”, old Carlos-the-renegade made his own rules.
(Still do!)\
Candy
is quite the seamstress, always has been. Sewed her own clothes as a child and
made myriad outfits for our girls, even a winter coat for Beth. She taught Z.
Tyler how to do counted cross stitch and as we traveled, they practiced the art.
The
made a pillow and a Christmas stocking; an un-completed golf vignette is still
held dear by Nanny; reckon we arrived at some destination before they completed
it. She says she will finish it and give it to him for Christmas. What a
delightfully “great” idea!
We
learned early on to “make our own fun”. There is no time for boredom! Let the
spirit soar!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “1 – 2 –3 count” Memories!
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