Prayers, Por Favor
Prayers, por favor
BIG meeting for me this afternoon. I’m meeting with a team about publishing my novel series. I released the first one on Amazon without advertising and a novice cover (a photo I took on a trip to Italy). I’m totally unprepared (as I left all of my stuff at my home in Florida), but my biggest worry is that my father “forgets” to shower before the meeting! Ladies, PLEASE make sure you teach your children that two showers/baths a week does not mean CLEAN!
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The greatest love story of all time more or less began with this song (believe it or not).
I’m yours (part II)
I want to live in your unbreakable heaven. I want to listen to you sing as you develop. I want to say things I can’t say on the Internet. I’ll roll the dice when you tell me and roll my eyes only if you let me. I want to find the balcony where you sip tea. I love you.
As you’re sheltered in your home, try listening to some music (like this mix), read a book or just go for a walk. We will get through this!
My Sunday #golf blend.
My mother still doesn’t believe you even exist. She says it’s impossible. … If I can get a stamp, I’ll mail another card today. If not, I’ll try and mail it tomorrow.
If anyone ever wonders why it takes dreamers so long to carry out their dreams, you need to look only at the lonely hearts who have to overcome the objections of their own mother. I thank God that my brother had enough faith to die for me.
If you are wondering what true love looks like, it is shaped like a cross. ❤️ (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8_4B8IHHRy/?igshid=xvid8r52284x
Coming tonight (or tomorrow, depending on where you’re at) ...
Pray for the virus victims. Let us pray that we will be back together again in time for summer!
The Arrival at Calvary José de Echenagusía -1884
Happy Fourth of July! (Scheduled to post at 10 p.m. CDT)
Becoming Mr. Aces
Jan. 31, 2020
I awakened to a dreary, cold day in Florida. My phone was off (thank God!), although I didn’t realize that when I woke up from a fantasy and beat the passion out of myself. I took the flag outside since sunrise had passed and the country was in the middle of a crisis of conscience.
I pulled off my night clothes and stood stark naked staring at the phone, which, again, thank God it was off. The naughty side of me doesn’t ever see eye to eye with the “real” me, the one who won’t speak up until he’s suffocated.
I had been waiting for this day for a while. It was the day where the Senate would have to take a stand on a moral issue that had been plaguing America perhaps since its founding, when George Washington warned us about how political parties would be the end of us.
After fumbling through a few login screens, I settled into my blue chair with an Irish tea and Nestle creamer to watch a cute blonde woman pounding on her piano, some furry creatures watching her every move.
My furry creature was resting in the chair beside me.
It was now or never, I thought.
Now, the Spirit urged me. It’s time.
To Jam.
[FTR, this is my cat Libby. I sometimes like to put sunglasses on her to trick her out. Because that’s just what I do.]
