Honor All Men.

 Honor All Men.

 

Reading in I Peter 2:15, 17 we are reminded: For so is the will of God, that with well-doing ye may put to silence the ignorance of foolish men. 17 Honor all men. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honor the king.

 

Yesterday something a minister posted on FB thoroughly ticked me off because he was dishonoring President Trump. Most of us are praying for our president that he will make wise decisions and help turn this nation around. But suddenly there is this verse that says: Honor all men. That means prayer for the minister even if his comments rubbed me the wrong way. God autographs His children in their DNA. Look it up. Yahweh. So, our job is to pray for the president and also for those who despise him. Pharoah probably was not the favorite person of the Israelites, but God used him anyway. ‘Nuff said.

 

It’s been a hard day for working, but both coops are cleaned out, ten pounds of chicken is cooked and ready to debone and bag, and the turnips turned out very nicely. The knee is moaning while the old woman is groaning. Go figure!

 

Did you know that Bai water comes in energy drinks as well as that nice coconut flavor? Well, guess who drank one of the silly energy ones before bedtime last night. Dipwaddy! Had a horrible nightmare about storms and woke up to the house shaking due to those stupid gravel dumper trucks on Kemp. Be SO glad when they have finished hauling all that stuff.

 

The new dog beds came today in the mail. They shrink them into the plastic bags so that getting them out is a small disaster if one is not careful. But both beds are now out and in use. They like them. By the way, did you know that fabric softener and those smelly vapor things that you plug in can kill your cat and maybe even puppies? Who knew?

 

Patty asked me what the big caterpillars are doing next to the FFA grounds off Richard. Other than clearing out the mesquite, who knows? That will be an acre less for the bobcats to roam and the deer to bed down. We have dead deer every so often along this stretch of Kemp because of the woods and brush. But they have to have somewhere to have their fawns. Sad.

 

My dogs are on my bed now playing “Big Mouth.” It’s easy to tell what they are doing just from the sounds of their voices. It’s not a growl, but a huff and a puff with a little grumble at the end. They are so funny. Love them dearly.

 

Michelle Malay, Tim, and probably Mother Malay will be here Thursday to pick up eggs and get a couple of sweaters for the oldest dog, Maggie May. She shivers at night according to Michelle. Let us remember Michelle in our prayers. The doctor said that this next surgery is going to be much harder because the leg is about two inches shorter! Yikes.

 

Please remember those like Tami Yonts, Mariellen Rose, Raye Louise, and others who have had to deal with leukemia and other forms of disease. We know that God is our healer, but we also know that life is hard when we have to grit our teeth and deal with the realities of living in this life. May God bless us.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.