Month: May 2016

The Daily Paine

by Ira Paine, Posted on

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Well, this is it, that day has come,
The Paine is over for now, but don’t be glum.
Summer’s come, but that too will pass,
The Paine will return just as it has done in the past.

Now here I sit, and let the mind to wander.
The summertime will help the mind to ponder.
Time to relax, and think through the hours
And maybe take the time, to just enjoy the flowers.
(Very poor poem based on an old Jim Reeves song)

But here it is the last Paine of the year. Next week, maybe, there will be something coming from ol’ Ira, but who knows when or where. Keep looking, don’t dare neglect to check if there is something there for you. Hopefully, there have been one or two this year that has caused some kind of stir in your gray matter.
Summer, for teachers, is a time of rejuvenating and refreshing and gaining strength for the upcoming year. A time of relaxation, well, maybe at first. More like a time of change of routine. Perhaps, with the chance for ponderin’ I’ll have a few ideas when school begins again. Doesn’t look like I’ll get up to the High Lonesome, but sure hope to get out somewhere for a spell.
For fans of Miles Forrest, I’ll do my best to see that he is active through the summer, and there most likely will be the Saturday Coffee Percs. Instead of the Daily Paine it will be coming as Echoes From the Campfire: Summer Edition.
Do not neglect your walk with the Lord and the reading of His Word. Be sure and keep your guns oiled, both real and spiritual. Do not neglect to spend time with family and friends. Do not neglect to notice the things around you.
Be a person of courage and stand for what is right; be a person of the Cross. George H. Morrison wrote, “It were better to empty a church and preach the cross, than to fill it by keeping silent like a coward…. Religion can never be pleasant entertainment. When the offense of the cross ceases, it is lost.”

Ira Paine

“There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven.”      –Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NASB)

The Daily Paine

by Ira Paine, Posted on

My mercy, the year has flown by fast! Tomorrow, yes tomorrow will be the last of the Daily Paines for the summer. Starting Monday or somewhere there-abouts the summer edition will appear. This year I reckon to call it: Echoes From the Campfire–Summer Edition. There will be the normal stuff, and stuff not so normal. It may be regular and it may be sporadic. Come on, after all it’s summer!

Going to try and relax some this summer. ‘Course did that last summer, but not of my choosing. Blame it all on the “heart.” The plan was to head to Montana and do some camping, but that hailstorm several weeks back played havoc with that taking any loose change I might have. So no definite plans yet, but be careful and if you see any dust flyin’ we might just be comin’ your way. So Montana, Wyoming, and Colorado are on hold. Surely would like to up to my stompin’ grounds, but not likely this year.
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Revelation 21:5, “He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!'”

Ponder these little tidbits:
1) It may feel like the world is collapsing around you when you fail, but it isn’t.
2) Do not let self-pity overwhelm you.
3) Inventory why you failed–learn.
4) Ask God for a fresh vision, and the determination to accomplish what you need to do.
5) Renewal and revival are yours, only be faithful and obedient.
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I have been going through stuff at school; what needs to be filed and what needs to be thrown away. I came across a card given me by Mum & Dad (Granny & Pappy or Annie’s parents). Fits the bill now so I’ll pass it along. The title is “I think it’s time to hang it up.”

“Gettin’ old is quite a drag
Your hair turns grey, things start to sag…
A shot of pepto’s your evening snack,
Along with aspirin for the aching back.

The eyes go bad and the teeth fall out,
To hear your friends, they have to shout.
The bills pile up though you work danged hard;
Now, aren’t you glad you got this card?”

Now how ’bout that?

Echoes from the Campfire

by Ira Paine, Posted on

“He closed his eyes and tried to shut out his thoughts. It would be better just to listen to the rain falling, to smell the pines and the wood smoke. They couldn’t take that from him–the memory of countless lonely fires built in countless lonely places, a memory that leaves a man with a taste for wild country.”      –Louis L’Amour (Under the Sweetwater Rim)

“The grasslands of the wilderness overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness.”      –Psalm 65:12 (NIV)