Pardon Me Roy!

 Pardon Me Roy!

 

Strange things come to my mind. And a few escape. But the title of this particular blog today comes from a story about Roy Rogers and his new boots. See, Roy needed some spiffy new boots and he wore them down to the corral to talk to Trigger. Well, you know what corrals contain besides horses. So, Roy was sweet and took off his boots on the mud porch but didn’t quite get the door shut good. Sometime in the night, a big cougar came sniffing around and chewed up his new boots! This terribly upset Roy to see his new boots chewed up that way, so he grabbed his gun, got on Trigger, and away into the foothills he galloped. Seeing the cougar tracks leading into a little draw where there was water, he got off Trigger and sighted his rifle at that critter down by the pond. Bang! Got it! He roped it and drug it back toward the ranch. His neighbor came up and said, “Pardon me Roy, is that the cat that chewed your new shoes?” If that is just a little bit difficult to think about, just remember the song about the Chattanooga choo choo.

 

Some thoughts should probably remain restrained. Oh well.

 

Maria got my house all spick and span. But she was wringing out a mop and a scorpion got her! Dadgumit! We cleaned up the sink where she had washed the mop and scrubbed it out after killing the scorpion. Put some salve on her finger and watched her head down to Patty’s to clean up after Roxy. Praise God for good housekeepers!

 

Speaking of praising God: one woman wanted everyone to notice that this last hurricane was supposed to be a major disaster. Not saying that it and the tornados it spawned were not terrible, but it seemed to have gone from a Cat 5 to a one in nothing flat. Prayers, Dear Hearts! That is the power of prayers. Even folks in the disaster area of Helene’s path were praying for those in Florida! All we have to do is ask God.

 

My youngest grandson in the Ostand household is taking Tamiflu and feeling like cat stuff in the box. Will be SO glad when everyone gets over whatever they have. Still have a couple of neighbors down with crud—plus the kids, too. Thankfully Patty and I are just ornery.

 

Been reading some stories about women who have left situations where they felt less than appreciated—as in abused. It is hard for anyone of either sex to recover from abuse. Sometimes the abuse is not physical necessarily and is simply enough to make a person feel less than what a man or woman should be. It is not easy to make an “escape” when one feels obligated to a marriage or as if we owe someone some kind of allegiance. Going out on one’s own can simply be too frightening. Still, getting totally away from a person or situation can sometimes help a person heal. However, the best “medicine” for healing is to input the Word of God. No matter where we move to or what we leave behind, God walks with us. His spirit upholds us—but we need to ask and we need to read examples that He has given to us. Do you remember that Rahab was one of the ancestors of Mary, the mother of Christ? Not sure if she left Jericho or if she moved on from there eventually with her husband, but a husband she DID have despite what she had been before. A little red cord (the symbol of a prostitute) saved her life and all those in the house with her. She had to have faith to hide the spies and to put that red cord down the side of the outer wall of the city. We never know what we will be asked to do, but whatever God wants, we should do our best to be obedient. Prayer, reading His word, practicing faith: these are the very least things we should be doing.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.