He finished the pie, drank another cup of coffee, and pushed back from the table.”
–Louis L’Amour (Conagher)
Here yuh go, Pard. Nice and hot, and plenty strong. Sure hopin’ it puts yuh in a good mood, yuh know what they say. What? My coffee is strong enough to remove a tattoo? Well, Pard, I wish it was, there’s shore enough of them bein’ painted on folks anymore. What a sight! But no, here’s what I was goin’ to say, this mornin’s good mood is sponsored by coffee good and strong. No cinos, just plain coffee. Ahhh, that’ll fix yur mood right up. Fact is the only thing better is to add some time with the Lord to it. My, how I enjoy sittin’, readin’, lookin’ out in the trees, and drinkin’ my mornin’ coffee. Life is good, God is good.
Pard, Thanksgivin’ is right around the corner. Time for some nostalgia, time to be thinkin’ of times past, and more importantly, it’s time to be makin’ new memories. Yep, the missus will be makin’ several pies, some pumpkin pecan, a German chocolate, maybe an apple, a cherry-berry, and of course that Thanksgivin’ staple, plain ol’ pumpkin. Whoop! The stomach is jumpin’ already in delight just a-thinkin’. Then we’ll be with friends and family at the campsite. Looks like no campfire this year as we’ve got a burn ban goin’. Shame we have to have those, but folks just don’t know how to be good woodsmen. Think it sorta ties in with the fact that they don’t know how to be good stewards.
People get sloppy, careless an’ many don’t even care ’bout what they’re doin’ an’ what could happen. I’ve seen plenty a fellow burnt, or cut, or walk away leavin’ a fire burnin’. They don’t care, or if’n they do they don’t show it. Same ways with the things of the Lord. He gives a blessin’ an’ it’s ignored, or used wrongly. Some folks don’t take care of the things He gives ’em, they waste, they disfigure, they abuse those wonderful blessin’ of the Lord. Some of the things they do with the gifts from the Lord are worse than diggin’ a hole and buryin’ it.
But ‘nough of that negativity; it’s Thanksgiving. Time to be rememberin’ our blessin’s and thankin’ the Lord for them and all that He has done. My mercy, Pard, that shore a heapful! An’ what’s more–He keeps on a-givin’ an’ a-blessin’. Take a deep breath, no, there’s not a pie in the oven, but go ahead. Now, think, He has given you the breath of life, and even more so because of Jesus He’s given us the breath of eternal life. My, my…
So Pard, be enjoyin’ all the blessin’s that are part of Thanksgivin’. Some don’t have it so well. Some lost it all, like ol’ Job. But then remember, that old man got more than before. It’ll be the same when we walk through the gates of that heavenly city, an’ sit down at that table. My, I wonder if’n we’ll find out that manna was really apple pie?
Be havin’ a good week, and bein’ thankful. Don’t spoil it all by not checkin’ yur cinch.
Vaya con Dios.