Oh! Lighten-up!
All the “difficult”
has already been done for you---
just do the easy: take heart…Fear not! & Follow Me!
Such
humble-simple couplet is the concise
paraphrase of the Bible!
Just look at---You!,,,Wow!
Time, indeed, to celebrate!
A heart: Life to that awesome body
allowing function-time;
A brain: Intelligence to appreciate such
miraculous gift---Love!
A wondrous pump
to replenish oxygen through lung-process
to nourish-strong
an upright skeleton-bone muscle-structure held
tight with
myriad ligament/tendon-support aligned just perfect-right!
And all that
sacred package-gift ensconced in elastic-wrapper sublime!
With eyes to
light your world with wonderment excitement pure-wild;
ears designed to
echo-catch the subtle chiming-tones of full-life cherish;
a nose to
fragrant-sense sweet rose-of-space through allotted-time embrace;
taste for such
delicious-delicacy-of-Love!
savored-emotional sweet-surprise;
touch to trill
soft-thrill experience shared-feel
for joy-some tender moment.
And---all of
that…His Love-blessing just for thee
to contemplate in Life!
Oh! Wondrous!
Holy! Perfect God-of-infinite-Love! I
Thank Thee!
In
acceptance-respect I vow to cherish dear sweet-life absent complaint;
with pure intent to fully live of purpose to Praise! Honor! Glory! Thee!
To serve in
honor sacred benefactor in each thought, word and deed! Amen!
Eschew: Good-enough for vacant unworthy try;
Be skeptic: Better---half-hearted challenge wit;
Embrace: Best effort,,,result in Image-reflect!
So---
Live!
Love! Laugh!
Focus contemplate!
Vigilant be! Not
one future be ever late!
In righteous-honor
sacred trinity…
Faith!
Family! Freedom! Might
just be all there really---Is!
In one
eternal-instant the only mercy-blessing will be…His!
God bless! Amen!
Plus:
Day 212
Becky cutting
class and watching “flying” golf clubs
Well! I pretty
much tried nearly everything! (Not “great”at
anything---but…well-experienced!
I
have even “played”-(at) the delightful game of---Oh! God!...golf! Yikes! And---“Duck!”
I can “throw” a golf club with the very
“worst” of them---lots and lots of…Practice!?
Most
“polite”-golfers yell “Fore!” when they hit; I yell “Duck!” when I throw a
club.
I often took Becky out of school at noon, she
had the worst teeth(!?), to go to the dentist.
Ha!
Ha! The kids had great teeth; I just needed a cart driver while out hacking the
links. She couldn’t drive the golf cart (officially), but, when did I ever do
anything “by-the-rules”? Never!
As soon as we were over the hill, out of sight
of the clubhouse, I’d let Becky take over the driving chores. She had been
doing the chauffeuring on the courses since 3rd grade; good driver.
She did not play golf, but I taught her
everything I knew about “temper” and “flying” golf clubs. Becky is a good sport
and we sure enough had lots of fun-times; ice cream after a round!
Eventually, I bought each of my three girls a
set of clubs. (Here is where I would like to be able to say, “Yeah! I purchased
the North Country Club and the opulent West Country Club), but, I didn’t win
that BIG
of a lottery jackpot!” (I did somehow manage to win 100-grand!)
Yeah!
Really! Being charitable to a young clerk at the lottery kiosk, I got the
winning ticket---but…that’s actually another story! Anyway, I treated the
windfall like all money---I spent it!
So,
Candy, Beth and Becky got a set of clubs---for playing the game…not a set of Clubs!
Anyway,
we hit some balls at the driving range and putted a few at the Putt-Putt. Becky
took a golf class in college, but none of the three took up the “aggravating”
challenge like I failed.
Back
to the “memory”-flicker titling this article---Flying golf clubs.
To
confess my transgression of a “bit” of a temper (at myself, never at my family)
would be an easy, and, accurate admission. I expect “failure” out of
anyone---save…Me! Can’t handle it!
Miss
Becky drove our golf cart with expertise well beyond her tender years; she also
observed, first hand, her old man’s severe lack of patience (and, golfing
ability) on the links while hearing a “few” choice “muffled” (hopefully) adult
salutation-exclamations! Hmm!?
Things
went very well with my “hooky”-playing chauffeur as I “tore” up the fairways
and greens (Not really? Well? Not terribly badly?) Becky held my challenges in
confidence---sort of?
One
fine night at supper, she burst into an accusing tirade of a “flaring” temper
and “flying” golf clubs complete with sound effects (“Swish!-Swish!-Swish!)
saying one hit the cart she was sitting in!. Thank God she didn’t parrot the
bellicose “adult” swear words she heard somewhere!
For
her trouble, and, at my severe embarrassment, she had “perfect” attendance
after that!
No
more faux “dentist” appointments! I can drive my own golf cart---Thank you!
In
all those myriad decades---I only managed to break one club! Ha! A driver that got in the way of the blade on my
trusty 9-iron as I chopped at the ground after dumping my bag. Wow!
That
day my brother grabbed his clubs and ran in fear of his life---he always was…smart!
Well! You laugh! Hey! Bozo! They didn’t have
“anger”-management classes way back then!
I did let Becky continue to skip school and
drive my cart---I love her…but, it makes a good story! Gee! I guess I have a few
other sins to confess in addition to
an “ever-so-slight” temper!?
Ah! Cookie Jar
Sweet “Duck!” Memories!
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