These were a strange lot, these Texans.”
–Elmer Kelton (Badger Boy)
“Folly is joy to him who is destitute of discernment, but a man of understanding walks uprightly.”
–Proverbs 15:21(NKJV)
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I’ll be loading up the steel mount today, and headin’ out for the homeland tomorrow. I had some heavy, deep thoughts that I was ready to unload on you this morning, but decided to keep them for a later date. Right now I’m thinking of that ol’ song written by (Gene Autry/Carson J. Robinson) take your pick. For sure, besides the wife, my “best friend is my bronco and my gun…Texas is my home.”
Sure had a nice visit with Shauna and her family. We don’t get to see them all that often so it was a treat. Then Annie got to see several of her family–brothers, nephews, in-laws, and soon-to-be’s. The weather was great, can’t complain about that, but I learned a long time ago not to complain about the weather.
With the good Lord guiding our trail we’ll be goin’ back to Texas on the morrow. Going to get back where they don’t get all shook up with the corona blues. Back to where the folks can see my cheerful smile.
“Way out west in Texas around that old camp fire
We’ll sing the songs of long ago and strum on my guitar.
My heart is ever yearning, but I will be there soon,
I’ll settle down in Texas when the cactus is in bloom.
Well, a way out west in Texas, round up in the spring
You’ll hear me sing this little song while ridin’ on the range,
Broadways lights (hue to you?) moonlight suits me fine,
I’ll settle down in Texas, I’ll leave my blues behind.”
–Gene Autry
We’ll get ourselves unpacked and then next week go vote. My mercy, the times we live in so have to sure and vote the way the Bible teaches. This nation is up for grabs–stay true to our biblical roots and morals or turn it completely over to the devil. Listen, and this is as deep as I’ll get today–there is a war happening in the spiritual realm. This war will affect the lives of all of us, and the future of my grandchildren. They MUST, imperative!, be grounded in God’s Word!
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m just a sojourner in Texas. I’m biding my time until the trumpet sounds then I’ll be going to my real home. For you know this world is not my home, I’m just hanging my hat in Texas until that time to move on to my heavenly abode.
So those back in Texas, look for us when you see the dust a-flying. We’re on our way back to that home in the woods. Praying for the Lord’s protection and guidance along the road.