tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120741182024-03-12T18:04:08.510-05:00Preacher'sPlaceA journey of faith shared in thoughts, prayers, people, places and life circumstances. Another way of looking at life with an opportunity for feedback.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.comBlogger656125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-87250370418708078292019-03-13T17:20:00.003-05:002019-03-13T17:20:49.075-05:00I have been away from here for so long. Life got really busy a year ago when my honey broke her wrist out on the south porch. While she was getting fixed with metal plates and screws I got to know the surgeon. We had good talks and he ended up replacing the hip that had been giving me fits for a year or so. One thing led to another and we both continue to heal from the calamities of life. Today I discovered I've gotten myself in trouble on FB big time. I don't know what I did, yet, I'm sure someone will tell me. I'm not in the FB jail so they must be reviewing some of my patriotic posts from yesterday. There are many things that are not allowed and I could very easily have touched a nerve. Whatever......I've just come here to clear my mind and put some stuff down that I may or may not remember later. I pray Y'all are having a good day - In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-91546604214813256102018-01-07T05:04:00.002-06:002018-01-07T05:04:46.819-06:00this is the beginning of a new year and I am not ready for it - How does one get ready for a new year? Well every day is a new start in life if we so choose. Put one foot in front of the other and keep on keeping on. I'm sitting at my desk being totally upset with me for not reading all of my current E-mails. Silly for sure! but this was important stuff and I've been wallowing in grief of many kinds. That is so not like me! I don't wallow. I do the services, comfort the hurting, move on with my life and keep on playing. I play music, I play at motorcycles, I play at ministry.....but it isn't all fun and games. The freedom that cycles provides me during good weather is like therapy for the head that makes as much sense as playing the music that moves my soul. Likewise is the ministry of one on one shared experience of my Creator in the midst of life. (laughing now) I missed a sale on bike parts......one thing you can be certain of in this world is that there will always be another sale! - This year is like the last, there are things that I want that I don't have and may never get, but that's alright because I have more than I will ever need. My life has been truly blessed and I have no clue why other than I have continued to do the best I can every day to be a better person than I was yesterday. Maybe that's a key to living. Anyway this was a night of confrontation with my demons and my angels. I have a studio to set back in order so that music can take the place of two wheels. I know that makes no sense to some, but for me it is one of the ways I deal with the restrictions of winter on the "Great American Desert" where it's too cold to ride. My spirit longs to be on stage with some of the folks that I played with years ago, but they are all dead now, as are the ones I rode with. Maybe getting older sux, but I don't think so. It is a blessing denied many and shared by few. Lost in it now I go where I've been and pray that I go again. Getting through loss is not easy and this one has been tougher than most. In fact it has been the worst. I write this for me because I don't keep journals anymore. Like many things it passed away. Only the ride, music, love for my Creator continues on the journey we call life. That's it for now, 3M's, Music, Ministry, and Motorcycles - not always in that order - God Bless, In Christ's Love, Preacher.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJeGmy_C96BIl2otI6KpQ0jOWEm3SwdgUynWbd6G6ULYDlY92HDHXfBGQR0k0UOJR9wTsZK49_FGxwov-9R21sZKO0jt6N8lkMVvIk_TeCh9PSYIpD6R41nH0UGo7CSxiL7cweNg/s1600/1-20106430_1941471166095896_2636468443725836896_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJeGmy_C96BIl2otI6KpQ0jOWEm3SwdgUynWbd6G6ULYDlY92HDHXfBGQR0k0UOJR9wTsZK49_FGxwov-9R21sZKO0jt6N8lkMVvIk_TeCh9PSYIpD6R41nH0UGo7CSxiL7cweNg/s400/1-20106430_1941471166095896_2636468443725836896_n.jpg" width="370" height="400" data-original-width="423" data-original-height="457" /></a></div>Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-6613465570625271172017-12-21T00:11:00.001-06:002017-12-21T00:11:22.602-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Byx6hiiBtrjhJk53nqQsRF4qvQULExWjUTNF_Lv0NeFbVAxQGhyfMVC9Qk5ZnQEkpJOCAnWGzBMv1oWTZS7lyBaQI43c89dhe59ISYP5NFtvh4acm83VTNH-Qz0BJdKGMBYBgQ/s1600/1-IMG_6697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Byx6hiiBtrjhJk53nqQsRF4qvQULExWjUTNF_Lv0NeFbVAxQGhyfMVC9Qk5ZnQEkpJOCAnWGzBMv1oWTZS7lyBaQI43c89dhe59ISYP5NFtvh4acm83VTNH-Qz0BJdKGMBYBgQ/s320/1-IMG_6697.JPG" width="320" height="301" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="753" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyD8AcuxvZyQ6Q3eLHwiWUDS2kP-63MsjYykv_fdT6U26JZ5Ac-UgMaRm_Oeb6OxfgcNqRIcR78u8cSqYY-psPlqqVOh1_tIQJ_dEr2lXp9CaWjk1tAenK3x8x57IO0jgYIshsuw/s1600/1-IMG_6702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyD8AcuxvZyQ6Q3eLHwiWUDS2kP-63MsjYykv_fdT6U26JZ5Ac-UgMaRm_Oeb6OxfgcNqRIcR78u8cSqYY-psPlqqVOh1_tIQJ_dEr2lXp9CaWjk1tAenK3x8x57IO0jgYIshsuw/s320/1-IMG_6702.JPG" width="320" height="240" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="601" /></a></div>Well, this is us for Christmas 2017. This has been a tough month. maybe some losses in life are more difficult than others simply because of the impact they have on our lives. Duh, could it be that I have an innate talent for stating the obvious? I'm getting through this period of time by practicing with my newly refurbished favorite guitar. It has been part of my life since 1980. I bought the guitar and had the owner of the music store put the matching numbered case on a shelf in the back until I could afford to buy it. His name was Alvin and he was the very first person to hire me to play music. That was 1965 and he was a forever friend. It seems like the world of music has provided me with a plethora of 'forever' friends. I guess you could say that Rodney is a new 'forever' friend. He's the guitar guru that brought new life to my old favorite. We have a lot of folks in common from our lives. Interesting how life works in circles or perhaps it's a part of my Creator's plan to put me back in touch for awhile with my roots. Merry Christmas to all of the folks alive and not. I do love y'all and you're in my prayers. In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-33616533222603028592017-12-03T03:28:00.000-06:002017-12-03T03:28:55.621-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6jn9V2Rkf9CJQO0yDFRX9O_1occPw8cPjaogcvosDRxEt_ellgX0TuVOrPAIEFHsDjetYPi1uurGHfONDM3GXF-a91CVxcpm9GQQzJQxNWL6rwKaq0YMCDXjiIsu2CH9kOgQSw/s1600/1-16806721_417842001897258_5152794968012928298_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6jn9V2Rkf9CJQO0yDFRX9O_1occPw8cPjaogcvosDRxEt_ellgX0TuVOrPAIEFHsDjetYPi1uurGHfONDM3GXF-a91CVxcpm9GQQzJQxNWL6rwKaq0YMCDXjiIsu2CH9kOgQSw/s320/1-16806721_417842001897258_5152794968012928298_n.jpg" width="320" height="255" data-original-width="728" data-original-height="581" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lItV6-sRjdrhWvIqNoJunt8KoF0JGY9QY8lH-CNpzNM8xlSP4v3-MKMxQ_zcJfbwA1rHTzuliWt2fpA3gpvCUvri-qW_UZcNhwFZM6KMDzTC7SoxniWIRaDbR4p9NBG1Zp9_qg/s1600/24174333_10215248346145967_7778747848578364103_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lItV6-sRjdrhWvIqNoJunt8KoF0JGY9QY8lH-CNpzNM8xlSP4v3-MKMxQ_zcJfbwA1rHTzuliWt2fpA3gpvCUvri-qW_UZcNhwFZM6KMDzTC7SoxniWIRaDbR4p9NBG1Zp9_qg/s320/24174333_10215248346145967_7778747848578364103_n.jpg" width="320" height="256" data-original-width="800" data-original-height="640" /></a></div>Preparing to do another funeral. This time we'll be in Wisconsin. I don't know how others deal with the loss of their best friend but I'm struggling. Had I known when I agreed to do the funeral that I would feel like this I probably would have declined. I got to thinking about it as I lay in bed awhile ago. How long have I known Richard?
I really can't remember when we met or how long ago it was. I remember that when we met I was happy when it happened. He was doing night security for the Crusaders encampment in Sturgis during the rally. I was camped there and working with the worship music team under the direction of Pastor Jerry Snowden. Mike Arnold was the Senior Pastor and I was in charge of my own congregation on the other side of South Dakota. I made the journey to Sturgis to do outreach to lost folks. I sort of fell into the piano player thing by God incident. I'd been doing the gig with the Crusaders since the 50th Anniversary of the Black Hills Motorcycle Rally. That was 1990, 27 years ago this last summer. Richard was taking a break during his walk about duties. Sitting by himself in the dark on top of a rock. There was another rock near by so I sat down and talked with him. Then I talked with him some more and we walked the camp together. That's how it began but I don't remember what year. I lived about half way between his home in Wisconsin and Sturgis. I told him to break his journey in half by staying with us the following year and he did. What followed was years of riding together, laughing about all sorts of stuff. Sharing meals was always a joy. Sardines from a can, T-Bones rare, venison, all enjoyed through the years with prayers of thanks for whatever we had to share. Holidays came and went, Birthdays too, always in touch every so often by phone or mail and then by E-Mail followed by Facebook as our lives unfolded before us. We grew older. We wrenched cycles together, built campfires, swapped stories and shared our lives. He was my 'go to' prayer partner and I was his. We were able to depend on each other for anything and I suppose that's why I'm doing his funeral. I am deeply honored by this one. I've done hundreds of funerals. This one is different. Perhaps it will be the last one I will ever do. I don't know. Only time will tell, but I know this for sure......I have never known the sadness of spirit that I feel tonight. It may dim with time but I doubt if it will ever go away. Maybe.....strike that......it was part of my Creator's plan for us to be bonded as we were for this time on earth we shared. I had lessons to learn and a faith to grow into. We both learned and we kept on growing. I still am and I know that my BFF now has all the answers we talked about all those years. "Remember, and in remembering leave no regrets that what has past, though gone was good." that and "It's Never Too Late To Live Happily Ever After" - So I'm sitting here thinking about life and how it seems to make sense some times and other times not so much. In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-13699911596094731792017-08-26T05:00:00.001-05:002017-08-26T05:00:28.679-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIoVrv2K0dnUue5gqslgJSZ_SvYpfATC0RoHUPlWzVkKJ52C99AcDwks69z5fH4lLlKBHgywNwonjKbXZrTKPVda2AmocVvZl0M-lqtHnfdy2vxI5xHM2jiiLeEdEA8SALnDW3w/s1600/13567167_10210208453951812_7560467446531528996_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMIoVrv2K0dnUue5gqslgJSZ_SvYpfATC0RoHUPlWzVkKJ52C99AcDwks69z5fH4lLlKBHgywNwonjKbXZrTKPVda2AmocVvZl0M-lqtHnfdy2vxI5xHM2jiiLeEdEA8SALnDW3w/s400/13567167_10210208453951812_7560467446531528996_n.jpg" width="383" height="400" data-original-width="420" data-original-height="439" /></a></div>It's a laughing, smiling, happy sort of morning on my little patch of perfection - the "Great American Desert" is receiving enough rain to sustain life for at least another week - 60+ years ago I remember my paternal grandmother working in the kitchen baking bread for the weekend and preparing breakfast - she sang hymns as she worked - a scent of frying bacon would waft through the air long before the sun appeared over the horizon - her single slice toaster could be heard ticking away on the table(the toaster still works) - and the eggshell coffee would be boiling on the stove -this time of year was almost as magical as Christmas - her garden was in full production and on Saturday afternoons she would can vegetables - pantry in the root cellar was always stocked with enough provisions to last two winters - her peach pie and the baskets of peaches being prepared were a wonder - yup, I always ate too many - and the garden also produced raspberries and strawberries enough to fill the small wooden baskets that were always kept clean and ready - wooden bushel baskets and wooden peach crates were reused all the years that I could remember and I guess they had to be in really sad shape to ever do anything other than get stacked for the next season - life was so simple - it was good.
Grandmother was born in 1889 in a sod home built on the prairie of South Dakota. That was the same year that this portion of the Great American Desert became a state. this morning's rain would have delighted her. I can almost hear the rain barrel overflowing at the back of the wash shed. That was where she would wash her hair. When questioned on the history she had witnessed her response to, "What is the greatest advancement mankind has made in your lifetime?" Some of us thought she might mention television or radio. The telephone had to rank up there at the top(she loved to talk on the phone)and the advent of automobiles and airplanes, not to mention man walking on the moon. Nope, none of those made it to the top of her personal list. Without skipping a beat she replied, "Indoor plumbing!" Her laughter was a wonder and her eyes would sparkle with it. She was in love so deeply with her husband Bill(they wed when she was 15)that she ever looked for another after his passing. She was quite happy as a widow. I think that we were all much happier people in those days. Nothing can ever compare to the life we thought normal.
I give thanks this day for that home - and the love that filled my tummy, nose, ears, mouth, and heart - Thank You Lord for my ancestors - In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-59466588565107810382017-08-20T00:05:00.000-05:002017-08-20T00:05:42.499-05:00>my mind began to turn over pages of the past for me this evening. Some of them flew by so quickly that there was barely time to see what year they may have covered. It seems that I've been drawn backwards to a time I once lived and now I'm living again. I enjoy the reminders of how things once were and how they seem to be again. In my heart of hearts I know it can't last much longer because some sort of spiritual rhythm is at work within me and I'm not supposed to be in the same place for too long. Growing up I was not ever in what some would refer to as a home. There were places that felt like home for a little while but they did not last. Oddly enough I didn't even come 'home' from the hospital with my mother. I was kept there for ten-twelve days after being born because of difficulties in survival. Obviously I did survive but there are so many questions concerning what it was I survived that is wrapped in the cloak of untruths shared with family members(most of them dead now)and the outright lies that were perpetrated by those closest to me. When I finally came 'home' from the hospital I was placed with an aunt. My mother's sister who was a school teacher with a 10 year old daughter. I know now from memories that I was with them for at least two years. I was walking about and trying to run when I was moved from the aunt's home to the home of my father and mother. Following that I was placed in the care of one grandmother or the other until I began school. Weird stuff went on during those years. The stuff that nightmares are made from including a one legged life size doll nearly three feet in height that lived in the closet of the room in which I was placed in my parent's house.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe02fLjHx1nchw9h2KbnYjp0hru_1QQTDrDWSpYDQNwkquSyCwEkybmAf6BimRaqq8O8-daIVbDCm-wqvuzvX4DCW3f2MDi8OVd4jm7_ZBgRiUwyPEIFZjlsynhRmNy4D4APn-mA/s1600/15823655_10209322551714405_8779810523145298044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe02fLjHx1nchw9h2KbnYjp0hru_1QQTDrDWSpYDQNwkquSyCwEkybmAf6BimRaqq8O8-daIVbDCm-wqvuzvX4DCW3f2MDi8OVd4jm7_ZBgRiUwyPEIFZjlsynhRmNy4D4APn-mA/s320/15823655_10209322551714405_8779810523145298044_n.jpg" width="320" height="320" data-original-width="640" data-original-height="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqZZT-eGyJhbPY9gWitBXS2yfvgxsnUHFHUzo2eRXOX7Ip6NK-qKjYIEz79zatGzCUZAWH1bpntT93Dz74RYn4JAG0RlrIubuIlIhcETZnKH16eHlFcAT0-irmySTKLHFlN4iYA/s1600/17861838_705198272998122_5796705716726765368_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqZZT-eGyJhbPY9gWitBXS2yfvgxsnUHFHUzo2eRXOX7Ip6NK-qKjYIEz79zatGzCUZAWH1bpntT93Dz74RYn4JAG0RlrIubuIlIhcETZnKH16eHlFcAT0-irmySTKLHFlN4iYA/s320/17861838_705198272998122_5796705716726765368_n.jpg" width="208" height="320" data-original-width="623" data-original-height="960" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1buqRsjyrrrNE40YJsx8Vo8gwyJP6snjZxSzcigSaB7M-lqhbrSdggHKWjiEuiN9b8zAcR_ud6cjxNOf7YLQ8aXPmfyD6jcFgIPsYeOflLvNjeVaHgg7k7Fsmc4l2J5_-2tGcqg/s1600/1618652_10203512957688590_1031482313_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1buqRsjyrrrNE40YJsx8Vo8gwyJP6snjZxSzcigSaB7M-lqhbrSdggHKWjiEuiN9b8zAcR_ud6cjxNOf7YLQ8aXPmfyD6jcFgIPsYeOflLvNjeVaHgg7k7Fsmc4l2J5_-2tGcqg/s320/1618652_10203512957688590_1031482313_n.jpg" width="320" height="320" data-original-width="448" data-original-height="448" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9hg0QtKGLErC4QnHSsnzzZGR6cz6yJPNS21yeV5ViWLUZtw5dOXo__FWq2q8X9N8zLT78AUAdRtv5iuWhduc_JuQEV9ebylEkj8RO8vm_C5oa-8-ra1RNEY5dKr1DqVTRetx5g/s1600/17951758_1176515555827157_1826668325306121011_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9hg0QtKGLErC4QnHSsnzzZGR6cz6yJPNS21yeV5ViWLUZtw5dOXo__FWq2q8X9N8zLT78AUAdRtv5iuWhduc_JuQEV9ebylEkj8RO8vm_C5oa-8-ra1RNEY5dKr1DqVTRetx5g/s320/17951758_1176515555827157_1826668325306121011_n.jpg" width="320" height="320" data-original-width="480" data-original-height="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-ZcZK0Mb23uNGcCOpKX3UWWty7kpgs4_fdC2TFp12BVs-NfOklLnhQ-Ll8V1VB6JVrNmtq_Za7B68FI2G3zsX4byXMx61JcVCv0mVo16xa8NLFAlblqPxP2QZMwlvs9NI3gMzQ/s1600/19149448_10209364503685685_5733284095589806236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-ZcZK0Mb23uNGcCOpKX3UWWty7kpgs4_fdC2TFp12BVs-NfOklLnhQ-Ll8V1VB6JVrNmtq_Za7B68FI2G3zsX4byXMx61JcVCv0mVo16xa8NLFAlblqPxP2QZMwlvs9NI3gMzQ/s320/19149448_10209364503685685_5733284095589806236_n.jpg" width="256" height="320" data-original-width="768" data-original-height="960" /></a></div>Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-64794887478454512472017-05-22T01:27:00.000-05:002017-05-22T01:27:05.700-05:00Life just gets better with each passing day. I'm happy with most of it. There are things I'd like to do more of than I have been. That's okay. The pix are from a recent journey to Las Vegas. So thankful for this life! In Christ's Love, Preacher.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwEM3T8fQn6rDXC5JgYpWk7MkQW2k5GA3QXEwulrKCjX_HUh4YFWo7wLjdZuuyT_BYSyj2Vi4SEXQsFZpeOgA6xihYsr2kI2IaaU0h1jiP-ZugBJ08sNAO_W3t4vD_J8uisg99A/s1600/IMG_6321.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwEM3T8fQn6rDXC5JgYpWk7MkQW2k5GA3QXEwulrKCjX_HUh4YFWo7wLjdZuuyT_BYSyj2Vi4SEXQsFZpeOgA6xihYsr2kI2IaaU0h1jiP-ZugBJ08sNAO_W3t4vD_J8uisg99A/s320/IMG_6321.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6S_toan6pWrIF7YJ8MzkxHIKpd37WyKKHiltFAS8Nbabu-JTRzEc2xKa4DSsa2OWPf66KwVX7nCMCHSne1OqStpBY1nSF9icJEq8KwhsZnG26Ys_5Aui5wr5WX5wEIsvb8A_w7w/s1600/IMG_6344.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6S_toan6pWrIF7YJ8MzkxHIKpd37WyKKHiltFAS8Nbabu-JTRzEc2xKa4DSsa2OWPf66KwVX7nCMCHSne1OqStpBY1nSF9icJEq8KwhsZnG26Ys_5Aui5wr5WX5wEIsvb8A_w7w/s320/IMG_6344.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqCWlR4jn9foLsqHKGJ_XkFQhfWcH8NTzStZ-Z33NJfUOx7ZDbVnku34G_IGOvCWKDfGnsiK67enn5GcZhjdY_lvxnea-cmsNS3_Umw9lpsG6ezYbnIJRSgV3qEUtlqMmZDf2cQ/s1600/IMG_6323.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOqCWlR4jn9foLsqHKGJ_XkFQhfWcH8NTzStZ-Z33NJfUOx7ZDbVnku34G_IGOvCWKDfGnsiK67enn5GcZhjdY_lvxnea-cmsNS3_Umw9lpsG6ezYbnIJRSgV3qEUtlqMmZDf2cQ/s320/IMG_6323.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCemmBqm1U4T2yIk6p9t4-ilv5vs_k4WYdOQryZZgM7CSoR7NVGG6JYby3R0kNkyD45DHrmgApwf1yQo5x56UObikYzueMTTULKruFpA9fOyWXscEFLCfzk-JGILgegKlu3a9Aw/s1600/IMG_6356.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCemmBqm1U4T2yIk6p9t4-ilv5vs_k4WYdOQryZZgM7CSoR7NVGG6JYby3R0kNkyD45DHrmgApwf1yQo5x56UObikYzueMTTULKruFpA9fOyWXscEFLCfzk-JGILgegKlu3a9Aw/s320/IMG_6356.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR4NEq5jVY8MDpAckqZfCMc5eL_00S7_7GYlGf65uXX8izAfhn_zKwPSzd25zpBGwc7uqouOznvi1DB5BnA9ELDe_XST-FLXyuEv-heJR0KfaQMBCD0A9_s6mXJj20Av-gQ_UIA/s1600/IMG_6327.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNR4NEq5jVY8MDpAckqZfCMc5eL_00S7_7GYlGf65uXX8izAfhn_zKwPSzd25zpBGwc7uqouOznvi1DB5BnA9ELDe_XST-FLXyuEv-heJR0KfaQMBCD0A9_s6mXJj20Av-gQ_UIA/s320/IMG_6327.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a>Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-64849962911928986062017-03-02T04:45:00.000-06:002017-03-02T04:45:40.444-06:00
I slept very briefly this morning, an hour at most. I don't know what woke me but I do know that it was some sort of sound that I heard. When I arrived on the second floor I could hear the distant cry(more like a whimper)of Cocoa. She is the tiniest of our 6 fur kids. Why do we have 6 Chihuahuas? That is an amazing tale comprising a step daughter that has never been able to remain out of prison for very long. She is 45 now and has spent 25 years either in jail, on probation, in prison, or on parole; in other words her adult life has been supervised by the laws which govern the land. She just doesn't do well when left to her own devices. That being said we rushed off to Michigan a few years ago after the U.S. Marshals apprehended her in a failed attempt to avoid prosecution for felonies committed in South Dakota. Our task in driving 2,200 miles was to rescue her two dogs which were going to be put down. We gave her Twinkie to replace her need for a companion when she got out of prison several years ago. Twinkie is just a sweet lovable cross breed with some cocker and some poodle and maybe a smattering of something else for grins. When she fled South Dakota the kid took with her a puppy given her by a boy friend. That one's name is Ellie Mae and she is the mother of three of the little ones we
raised after the daughter was imprisoned once again. Life has a way of being humorous even at the worst of times. Some times it does take longer to see the funny side, but it's always there if we look hard enough. God's presence in our lives is kind of like that also. The movement of God's Spirit on our hearts and the promptings that follow are all part of living in accordance with His will for our lives. I keep on enjoying life and praising the Lord for each new day. Even when the day begins too early like this one there is a reason I am up and moving. If for no other reason then to take care of one of our fur kids that needs attention. Deep yawns coming now and I know I am going to sleep peacefully. Maybe I'm getting nervous about the daughter getting off parole in a couple of years. She does not do well if she isn't supervised and her mother doesn't do well when she is worrying, which in turn means that there are going to be some sleepless nights at our house. Far too many times when we thought and prayed that things might be going well for her the phone has begun to ring bringing sad news. Then the journey through time begins once more. It's not just the miles, it's all the baggage that accompanies the life style choices. I worked in the South Dakota State Penitentiary for 8 very long years. I'm not suggesting that I understand the criminal mind, but I do have insight gained from experience. This night we shall all rest easy. My honey and I always slept better when the wayward daughter was incarcerated. Then we at least knew where she was and that there was not a lot of trouble likely to occur - Bwahahahahahaha - trouble just seems to plague some folks. 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I awoke the following morning in my drop dead gorgeous suite. Opening my eyes I lay there watching the fish swimming above me. What a novel idea, a fish tank surrounding the headboard of the bed, but then this is a dream and I can sleep anywhere I choose. Getting ready for the day took forever. I had brought what seemed to be a whole trunk of nothing but cameras. My 35mm Cannon 620 EOS was there, along with a pocket sized digital 14 mp. The weird thing(not all dreams are weird)about it was the array of antique cameras I had brought with me. I got the impression that what I was doing there was taking pictures of bygone days. Quite as though the age of the camera determined the period in history which I was photographing! But this was only a dream and none of that can really happen, yet.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-73531675942367806722017-01-12T22:03:00.000-06:002017-01-12T22:03:11.631-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEsIxmYcD437iTR1_gy7BnCYHD1q3JzxjJ6pKKtmuarc8r-W6QOt_uwyGNLKtekTcN8K8IDdwGRWXLv1n0dvdY87hF1jYg5K0aobknNUoLT1-GC-prPbdfx6ZI2dGANU8sFRPdg/s1600/12801575_1020629018003428_5135086708300823739_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEsIxmYcD437iTR1_gy7BnCYHD1q3JzxjJ6pKKtmuarc8r-W6QOt_uwyGNLKtekTcN8K8IDdwGRWXLv1n0dvdY87hF1jYg5K0aobknNUoLT1-GC-prPbdfx6ZI2dGANU8sFRPdg/s640/12801575_1020629018003428_5135086708300823739_n.jpg" width="447" height="640" /></a></div>I love sailing. I find it exciting and relaxing. Peaceful and challenging. So this is what I'm thinking about while the temperature drops to minus 15 and all of the water within several hundred miles is frozen solid. My grandfather told stories about his childhood when the folks in this neck of the woods would go out with horse drawn sleds and cut huge blocks of ice from the lakes for their ice houses(those are not houses built from ice)!!! Dug into the ground and built from stone these buildings would house the blocks of ice throughout the hot weather and provide cooling for food stuffs. About the only thing needed from town were the staples that could not be grown on the farm. Salt, sugar, coffee, tobacco, and several other items that were needed to make life on the "Great American Desert" possible. It always amazes me the lengths to which our pioneer ancestors would go to provide for their needs. On the other hand the natives lived here for thousands of years and needed nothing which the earth did not provide. Therein lies the paradox. When people are 'civilized' they depend on others to provide for them. When people are independent they need nothing from anyone else but to be left alone. I like sailing!Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-44976675333507622072016-12-03T05:48:00.000-06:002016-12-03T05:48:47.941-06:00A few years ago prior to my cataract surgeries I had no idea my color perceptions had slipped away - going from 80/60 vision to 20/20 was amazing in itself - especially on two wheels where being able to watch out for others is a must - but more importantly as time passed has been my perception of colors - sooo very thankful today that the vibrancy and depth of color has been gifted me once more - the thought I would like to consider for this weekend has to do with faith and our perceptions - perhaps as we grow older we lose some of the clarity and vibrancy of our faith - like maybe it 'clouded' over as various portions of our lives slowed down - Aerosmith....."I don't wanna miss a thing...." - today my vision is way better - I'm working on those perceptions of people - it's a 'faith' thing!
The preceding thoughts were posted on FB a bit ago this all comes on the heels of a discovery made during the process of sorting out the bits and pieces of life as my honey and I complete the final projects on our home. Still sorting and sifting through the remains of my parent's and grandparent's estates. Legal stuff is now pretty much over and in the past. Thank God for small miracles of survival!
I found an old flash drive a few days ago with pix of when we began eight years ago. the photos I'm sharing are from that drive. Truly a labor of love. I have never been in any home more than this one and I truly have grown fond of the place. It houses my tears, blood, sweat, fears, joys, and grief. In the midst of it all there has been laughter and wonderful smiles. All of the emotions that make up the life with which God has gifted me are here! It is good. I give thanks each day for the journey and the love God has shown me. Love is an ongoing experience of the Lord's presence in my life and like everything else I want to share it with others.
So here is a little of where we began this latest chapter together and a peek at where we are today! God bless you and yours this Christmas season!
Just so you will know I am still a registered Democrat as I have been since age 18. I voted for Trump and I am so thankful that he is going to be the president of my country. One nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUD8i6S74qmoBNGKv0G-M1JvaGJjGd58eM_so5qOK9UnDaMPceBIPQjnPuR5kE6Q9xWpBAAk9tYadYeq1yVaL1JR8316ukTvOiT1RRSx7_76-dsHZBml4xW1HGJRGOYfbOIlAyoQ/s1600/beale+house+as+of+1-31-08+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUD8i6S74qmoBNGKv0G-M1JvaGJjGd58eM_so5qOK9UnDaMPceBIPQjnPuR5kE6Q9xWpBAAk9tYadYeq1yVaL1JR8316ukTvOiT1RRSx7_76-dsHZBml4xW1HGJRGOYfbOIlAyoQ/s320/beale+house+as+of+1-31-08+024.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlEzD0jjwXXoSeNKQWhD5dgJCeIjZ4nWpgsGu1E-GG7tAq2S2CaiXbFT24CbikIPi79V12HiLDLd6_oYPcBfPSRXGU0DFUUMczO68B3RWroZmVU_XjwOkLawdiqoKAWsDlRyqBA/s1600/Copy+of+March+2-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlEzD0jjwXXoSeNKQWhD5dgJCeIjZ4nWpgsGu1E-GG7tAq2S2CaiXbFT24CbikIPi79V12HiLDLd6_oYPcBfPSRXGU0DFUUMczO68B3RWroZmVU_XjwOkLawdiqoKAWsDlRyqBA/s320/Copy+of+March+2-1.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYn2phx40sb_lW93jdnnKM1Oo-_EHwq8P1PK2j7CNBURDX5d3j4MSbqUF6urybO8WwU_C2crkc5Fv3PEaeaBWDyeiWf_6LP4899RCtskkX-msjzHwUxpzvSk0nBvNLMUNVCRUMw/s1600/DSCI0090-001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijYn2phx40sb_lW93jdnnKM1Oo-_EHwq8P1PK2j7CNBURDX5d3j4MSbqUF6urybO8WwU_C2crkc5Fv3PEaeaBWDyeiWf_6LP4899RCtskkX-msjzHwUxpzvSk0nBvNLMUNVCRUMw/s320/DSCI0090-001.JPG" width="240" height="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyNfhkNOfmUuaHu5a2_Wkyql3NQl_AdGHT32tcqnkmTHTIMdbj5YVM9Cn94YZTCLAKQaMxIXLruLzN0l3HvgLgwGpvBD7LzlG2iS7lzSKHB4Zi553xGfVfYoOLxsqiKO2EkwSVQ/s1600/DSCI0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyNfhkNOfmUuaHu5a2_Wkyql3NQl_AdGHT32tcqnkmTHTIMdbj5YVM9Cn94YZTCLAKQaMxIXLruLzN0l3HvgLgwGpvBD7LzlG2iS7lzSKHB4Zi553xGfVfYoOLxsqiKO2EkwSVQ/s320/DSCI0117.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBvVvgJFigUTZJ6_AmQ2-ZdrI5P1StbMKeH6tQ_NRqHrKjXEALq1PxsXIKDCc64jvA8nNxm7v2HAl0X666cDObcGaI_26n7LxZ2OaU6yuWjcJ2poBElMdjFXCOTqqvV73-4wYvA/s1600/DSCI2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBvVvgJFigUTZJ6_AmQ2-ZdrI5P1StbMKeH6tQ_NRqHrKjXEALq1PxsXIKDCc64jvA8nNxm7v2HAl0X666cDObcGaI_26n7LxZ2OaU6yuWjcJ2poBElMdjFXCOTqqvV73-4wYvA/s320/DSCI2878.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHrh11KYpY8kGApOJsVGyKp7nDxeCWp-c32KpTFJ8skNTDUSSEv1o4R4uVRIHmqmF9iFvi2iG5zU1HnvTVBg1krZkRYI3vin_AjpKRsvBmISqLsSGk8vIlhByyI2BDV8VV3KqHg/s1600/12-009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHrh11KYpY8kGApOJsVGyKp7nDxeCWp-c32KpTFJ8skNTDUSSEv1o4R4uVRIHmqmF9iFvi2iG5zU1HnvTVBg1krZkRYI3vin_AjpKRsvBmISqLsSGk8vIlhByyI2BDV8VV3KqHg/s320/12-009.jpg" width="320" height="200" /></a></div>
Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-34359869319999198012016-09-18T22:54:00.001-05:002016-09-18T22:54:08.755-05:00<div style="text-align:center;width:194px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%"><div style="height:194px;background:url(https://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/RevTerryl/January142007"><img src="https://lh3.google.com/image/RevTerryl/RaqEdSNYZbE/AAAAAAAAAEM/L3fa-V72hJQ/s160-c/January142007.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"></a></div><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/RevTerryl/January142007"><div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">January 14, 2007</div></a><div style="color:#808080"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs0yRLLrdhmU3C-B9nu2VYSv37jjS6O1gPIX9pEhB9abiaQLRhUoOi7z7sHpXWTv8f5UEDCZxCNchkiGIQX8Qm32cwNiUPB0m6OD9vP-EksdQUn03bPCtC_nFE9CU5hvzzlL47Q/s1600/IMG_5055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs0yRLLrdhmU3C-B9nu2VYSv37jjS6O1gPIX9pEhB9abiaQLRhUoOi7z7sHpXWTv8f5UEDCZxCNchkiGIQX8Qm32cwNiUPB0m6OD9vP-EksdQUn03bPCtC_nFE9CU5hvzzlL47Q/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL71bkWAkVhJ6xcjOft5GJBXDDnwfxsjLtS5QaKeydm3mU1WyNqRAF2GFCu6syZHbHtFlbNs4FUCFyGbaKncgP9shoQdhxoXwdZJKJ4-mf7AGYjArzRThzWL_hyphenhyphenPvJuKltJCeShQ/s1600/IMG_5063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL71bkWAkVhJ6xcjOft5GJBXDDnwfxsjLtS5QaKeydm3mU1WyNqRAF2GFCu6syZHbHtFlbNs4FUCFyGbaKncgP9shoQdhxoXwdZJKJ4-mf7AGYjArzRThzWL_hyphenhyphenPvJuKltJCeShQ/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qzMGle8-XsNOG1WTaV-nSrifcpZjUoXtl9rThLf7gL_OsC3NGpAbEGXQcso5psISGz3QrEFrcgzxUltdSROIzPcEaM9zsaTS1FgjRH0UPAUtx_pg0qmH-Ms-7jpUGOLAmLBPtA/s1600/IMG_5073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qzMGle8-XsNOG1WTaV-nSrifcpZjUoXtl9rThLf7gL_OsC3NGpAbEGXQcso5psISGz3QrEFrcgzxUltdSROIzPcEaM9zsaTS1FgjRH0UPAUtx_pg0qmH-Ms-7jpUGOLAmLBPtA/s320/IMG_5073.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavu9pMPhmCDs5bCOukMjTEYtnGN0gYpDUNfD4lPFgv1lRfKrswb9HNLXdL2x0eRx2MpCkQEu-dEk8IyW10QbfOrRtHa-hwp-2dE0it-_9LCeGL6c0Cd07dgZ_dfXcZHb10Wd8Jg/s1600/IMG_5081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavu9pMPhmCDs5bCOukMjTEYtnGN0gYpDUNfD4lPFgv1lRfKrswb9HNLXdL2x0eRx2MpCkQEu-dEk8IyW10QbfOrRtHa-hwp-2dE0it-_9LCeGL6c0Cd07dgZ_dfXcZHb10Wd8Jg/s320/IMG_5081.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOk3HhZ9vIxL7PadYo0D5rh1fDGN0L4cU1_V_FGrD9fa0KbPchkVgtreKc9sZyBq5BH1U9LCwyf5FRam2YNXEJS0OP4utKHykc_IYPfMy1t_yb6MgAzta_jGVGldwTx9jM8u47g/s1600/IMG_5085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFOk3HhZ9vIxL7PadYo0D5rh1fDGN0L4cU1_V_FGrD9fa0KbPchkVgtreKc9sZyBq5BH1U9LCwyf5FRam2YNXEJS0OP4utKHykc_IYPfMy1t_yb6MgAzta_jGVGldwTx9jM8u47g/s320/IMG_5085.JPG" width="320" height="240" /></a></div>
It always amazes me to come back to the 'blog' and see how long it's been since I've posted. Traveling on two wheels, performing in churches, and living life as best I can at the moment. So many variables to work around. Growing older is a privilege denied many people and the older I get it seems the more folks pass away that I've known for years. My prayer for each of them is always that they have received Christ as their Savior and will be waiting to greet me one day! The pix are a sample of summer stuff. building, is only a hobby. My true passion is to be found in music, ministry, and motorcycles. Not always in that order! In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-23930914137323497202016-02-05T21:18:00.000-06:002016-02-05T21:18:52.040-06:00<div style="text-align:center;width:194px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:83%"><div style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/RevTerryl/January142007"><img src="http://lh3.google.com/image/RevTerryl/RaqEdSNYZbE/AAAAAAAAAEM/L3fa-V72hJQ/s160-c/January142007.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="border:none;padding:0px;margin-top:16px;"></a></div><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/RevTerryl/January142007"><div style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;">January 14, 2007</div></a><div style="color:#808080"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSArB6KgWDpR3dQYPcqwRjs8ibgg7bUMyUxbgXe_-FCXhtwhkqWeZnI2g3eoAhppEya_orYjv_S5Fp4JjPMmj2sOBLWPffYBLN99ZsUsCj4iFy4i8PSndtl8KqxTnrZYsCj5prZA/s1600/944049_1667266980177907_5427156538630355889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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It seems that snow has been on everyone's mind for awhile now. We have been blessed on our little piece of God's creation here on the "Great American Desert" where snowfall has been kept to a minimum. There is still plenty of time left in the winter to get snowed in. March of '78 we had a blizzard that lasted several days and when it was over I could walk over the garage on the snow. That's been a while ago but one never knows for sure with the weather. I like that phrase, 'a while ago' nd it probably dates me but that's the best part of time. We have truly been blessed to have so much.
Time changes all things. Time can drag on and on one moment, and the next moment it slips by so quickly we wonder where it went. I have been so frustrated by time and yet the time I have spent wisely has been well invested. Once upon a time.....the stories begin.....has stood the test of time and remains one of the ways in which parents in this country begin telling their children fairy tales. I wonder if the stories are told the same way in other languages?
Relationships seem to come and go with ease in my life. Folks I thought would become close friends have faded away through time. Others I never would have expected have come and remained steadfast. Some might say that I am difficult to get to know. Others might believe that I'm impossible because I am self centered and selfish and have all the rest of the character faults that can be attributed to humankind. I try not to hold them to harshly in my opinionated way. We are all simply people that are striving to do the very best we can with what we have been given. God has blessed me so much that I scarcely can recall the last time I experienced a really bad day. There have been days when things did not go as planned, but there will always be those with which to contend. I suppose I enjoy my contentious days almost as much as the days of perfection. The difference is the days that are wonderful never seem to last as long as I would like and the ones that are difficult seem to not want to end. All in all they are good days when placed in the perspective of time. My prayer tonight.....Thank You Lord for time! This I pray in Jesus' name – Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-31208153683605578122016-01-16T01:16:00.000-06:002016-01-16T01:16:56.138-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYJOsjmpxEKnVAflDTyqDJ4_5zEw8Jmqbe89r1cGQSZK7dTClK7NI6omoPnSmgbD1d64KjzHUFBXIo_Mb1yu7tl4-SAwHKLHqIR30u484h0Uj5G_0aUcoxzeUM4AiRo04tYhfjA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYJOsjmpxEKnVAflDTyqDJ4_5zEw8Jmqbe89r1cGQSZK7dTClK7NI6omoPnSmgbD1d64KjzHUFBXIo_Mb1yu7tl4-SAwHKLHqIR30u484h0Uj5G_0aUcoxzeUM4AiRo04tYhfjA/s320/2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAunsSZ9az3QLIOx68IH2-zspc9xvqqgZQF15uD6VfiNz46pmGHqDB2C5xmiYdT9Vt2KvfCqPLb9MAi75VD1BypOGc11RgM82kCR84NOAxF2n8SlxH2uz-NTCTogKONlhl_Hjh_g/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAunsSZ9az3QLIOx68IH2-zspc9xvqqgZQF15uD6VfiNz46pmGHqDB2C5xmiYdT9Vt2KvfCqPLb9MAi75VD1BypOGc11RgM82kCR84NOAxF2n8SlxH2uz-NTCTogKONlhl_Hjh_g/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Q1LOge3zCXkrWfDsgrinzHvT1XTp7IpNx-zsI5mI03QfxaNps7Jq611HmRjGV_yLVhjoZAf2INwGU6UXlela2fjqcdgW3_hBjLzDnZ3i8k0JMIizvhrOSkiSBnvSRJxr4-8U0A/s1600/IMG_4542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Q1LOge3zCXkrWfDsgrinzHvT1XTp7IpNx-zsI5mI03QfxaNps7Jq611HmRjGV_yLVhjoZAf2INwGU6UXlela2fjqcdgW3_hBjLzDnZ3i8k0JMIizvhrOSkiSBnvSRJxr4-8U0A/s320/IMG_4542.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOiKrF2EXCkjLuVCedJTQcOeCUnwJmqhJsz8E4WEuZe_UrlHRABm5PJt3guKu93IVOkEeV7FdEDqpZNnjYXG3gTC-2FRxmMszdRgZ_oIg4Bp7F1exFmQIvD-vQ0YgAQMGKLJRIQ/s1600/IMG_4547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOiKrF2EXCkjLuVCedJTQcOeCUnwJmqhJsz8E4WEuZe_UrlHRABm5PJt3guKu93IVOkEeV7FdEDqpZNnjYXG3gTC-2FRxmMszdRgZ_oIg4Bp7F1exFmQIvD-vQ0YgAQMGKLJRIQ/s320/IMG_4547.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwyCzP3nXD7J00wn_-9BXhcym_48QowgYAyIAXzc9_679Wm6QM4poVCSwCyWjr4pfjp-Q3dVsTRjKqdjyoC2Tz_a3EmhxLqkxshG808GjlsQaBCF8jURWOQypUUW-HxTIOO7nmA/s1600/IMG_4577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwyCzP3nXD7J00wn_-9BXhcym_48QowgYAyIAXzc9_679Wm6QM4poVCSwCyWjr4pfjp-Q3dVsTRjKqdjyoC2Tz_a3EmhxLqkxshG808GjlsQaBCF8jURWOQypUUW-HxTIOO7nmA/s320/IMG_4577.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPhPzw3bHaIiUoI4_BZkxUfvmGtGuUhz94MW6ZT1kACGrhbK_oCNJGsIWTjCIw6XzygMRznb3-szDdrFYsOdA-oK-Dms9iVIuYztdqULC4NPUvHOWFvniyURHfRfwUxbLJd1CgQ/s1600/IMG_4578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPhPzw3bHaIiUoI4_BZkxUfvmGtGuUhz94MW6ZT1kACGrhbK_oCNJGsIWTjCIw6XzygMRznb3-szDdrFYsOdA-oK-Dms9iVIuYztdqULC4NPUvHOWFvniyURHfRfwUxbLJd1CgQ/s320/IMG_4578.JPG" /></a></div>A very happy weekend to y'all with a big shout out howdy on top - been working on getting back on my mental wheels for a lot of hours - I guess I hit one of those rough stretches of life's highways that just had to be ridden - No one among us likes losing people(there are some we're better off without and some that should not have been allowed into our lives to begin with) - death takes some - others run straight into death's loving arms with total abandon because that is their choice - all I can report tonight is recovering my ability to accept life as it is and learning once again to "let go and let God" - It's been two years since I've posted anything here.....Whooosh what a ride those months have been, Still in the same home that I began building in '08 - that's a real plus in my life! I have a habit of moving on down the road every once in awhile. Sometimes I come back! It is winter on the "Great American Desert" and my thoughts have been of the jumbled variety for far too long. I need to be busy about the task of finishing more of this place I live in and get it ready for the next phase of life. Just like people, places have to change every once in awhile. My plans were to be in Arizona with the folks at Isaiah 58 simply serving the Lord and His people for about 5 months per year. Lots of space to ride down that way. As always the best laid plans often go astray. Maybe next year I'll be able to make the journey. Only time will tell that tale. As for now I am getting back to being content with the months of containment that lie ahead and I'm excited(finally)about getting more work done!Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-4789464088875513322014-01-15T11:20:00.000-06:002016-02-05T21:19:41.627-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bNMpLzkkJDE5jjJwo9R8lJSbK5qqkjVr7O7t3PPgRF3Tgp3WY25JAvbibH18zDizdPhESHeoPhpmEPgSgqfcf5kn7vxxWzBrVcuqnWTxObdm8npZpqYyl5voaNI8cUE5xpTY5g/s1600/tex+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bNMpLzkkJDE5jjJwo9R8lJSbK5qqkjVr7O7t3PPgRF3Tgp3WY25JAvbibH18zDizdPhESHeoPhpmEPgSgqfcf5kn7vxxWzBrVcuqnWTxObdm8npZpqYyl5voaNI8cUE5xpTY5g/s320/tex+1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiug8ug4JcJ48CYCAqtj-Z0zb3rppx1TAiFbAkR7zkKBzkn5sjsgCQ-hS-cUsUypMAxhWn9lmbYh2dwZ6u5NTB4jeZ2XEslQkaS_uFI-YHBUOosWTpOa0JGFowLuAFg3JxW1oa3bg/s1600/tex+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiug8ug4JcJ48CYCAqtj-Z0zb3rppx1TAiFbAkR7zkKBzkn5sjsgCQ-hS-cUsUypMAxhWn9lmbYh2dwZ6u5NTB4jeZ2XEslQkaS_uFI-YHBUOosWTpOa0JGFowLuAFg3JxW1oa3bg/s320/tex+4.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9Jfj8srj8CWI_vm61EgkcxPIjteccbBbz8GYGKb1gpAI7iNZyG1L9hywFVfpaJivT0lXITgGgOUmJeOwDRio3RZKE4K3FqAKiuhVLwj8mbwnzVnZFHHKfQWM-E33KS1ZLM3BEA/s1600/tex+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii9Jfj8srj8CWI_vm61EgkcxPIjteccbBbz8GYGKb1gpAI7iNZyG1L9hywFVfpaJivT0lXITgGgOUmJeOwDRio3RZKE4K3FqAKiuhVLwj8mbwnzVnZFHHKfQWM-E33KS1ZLM3BEA/s320/tex+2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ma3SCEe9gT5kifzXIG6B65DBoz7Ts3s_7GTXMRBe2ceyf6a630ei1D5FClxjnTH8A_04VKJqHWRkmQYi45Mf5vz8MMSRQl-N6z8nam9J2pTraNoe31G5KmQ0-d_Eh1mw_Xpfsg/s1600/tex+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ma3SCEe9gT5kifzXIG6B65DBoz7Ts3s_7GTXMRBe2ceyf6a630ei1D5FClxjnTH8A_04VKJqHWRkmQYi45Mf5vz8MMSRQl-N6z8nam9J2pTraNoe31G5KmQ0-d_Eh1mw_Xpfsg/s320/tex+3.jpg" /></a></div>
Not only would I visit here but I would probably camp on the site for a few days to get a feel for the land. Along with the 'feel' one also gets in touch with those who lived and thrived here for a time. Much like our native lands in South Dakota the time is always good when it is devoted to the ancestors and all who have walked before us. The photos(sad to say)are not mine, they were taken by a photographer by the name of Denzine, I believe, who lives down Texas way.
Texon, Texas, " A Little Bit of History " Texon was a company owned town. It came to life on May 28, 1923 when oil was discovered on University of Texas lands by Big Lake Oil Company. The company built all the homes, all the stores, all everything. By 1930, there were a thousand residents in Texon, all employees or dependents. The town had everything and anything needed to support its population. Texon thrived from the 1920s through the 1940s but as oil production from the field diminished, the town began to fade. In 1962, the company sold its operations and most of the homes and other buildings were either moved or razed. What is left are the foundations of former homes and other debris to mark the site that is located about one-half mile south of U.S. Highway 67 on Farm to Market Road 1675.
The lady who posted this on FB said she would live here and I echo that statement. Just looking at the pics conveys to me a certain presence of peace and that I look for everywhere I go.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-5796934033253750822013-12-06T07:16:00.000-06:002013-12-06T07:16:48.064-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nhUz3ldWabxSJ49KXg4mjdRxvdGnc7ogQHvD8pT7omfnB1vqDYfCYHq_5K27lpb6KjUHpgBKAytK5SjCu-j6f2N5tKI6qsYbM3luGfOBXaDtwEVqR9v4T95-3h2w7_F8Gl36Ng/s1600/1+day+after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nhUz3ldWabxSJ49KXg4mjdRxvdGnc7ogQHvD8pT7omfnB1vqDYfCYHq_5K27lpb6KjUHpgBKAytK5SjCu-j6f2N5tKI6qsYbM3luGfOBXaDtwEVqR9v4T95-3h2w7_F8Gl36Ng/s320/1+day+after.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24gIgJZsSVxqDLJin4cTtiQ2pK4wIYfj2_DMXcYeEqxRxpQDGZVj4fnx8TCVj0rxrF6Sf7Et3NdNV12RBdekXVxIQYZhKCr6TzVoG1J1BnQJFqjcSyp7gRaBShnjI4UIl2NBfPg/s1600/IMG_2163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24gIgJZsSVxqDLJin4cTtiQ2pK4wIYfj2_DMXcYeEqxRxpQDGZVj4fnx8TCVj0rxrF6Sf7Et3NdNV12RBdekXVxIQYZhKCr6TzVoG1J1BnQJFqjcSyp7gRaBShnjI4UIl2NBfPg/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKiHFu71M9CE_YFIJ-h1EjcqPO6OAHEjatHGikluzKfvq4cN8UpXrh46v7seRWZC1H_ouKmzvoYbO0xJLRLT7mJDqtMzJxwTG9wVAY7Zivs3UA4Wa1tpA3rkP6eeHrR8HLUOSdQ/s1600/1-IMG_2286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCKiHFu71M9CE_YFIJ-h1EjcqPO6OAHEjatHGikluzKfvq4cN8UpXrh46v7seRWZC1H_ouKmzvoYbO0xJLRLT7mJDqtMzJxwTG9wVAY7Zivs3UA4Wa1tpA3rkP6eeHrR8HLUOSdQ/s320/1-IMG_2286.JPG" /></a></div>
This is the second litter of Chihuahuas this year from Snickers and Snooki. The first was on April 10th, the very worst blizzard of the spring and the second right after the biggest snow, wind and cold of the year. Could be a sign of something. This has nothing about why I am blogging this morning!
Teddy was a cry baby puppy from Snooki's first litter. Frightened of everything. He was the first out of the womb April 10th and the least likely to be sold to anyone because as soon as there were strangers about he hid. So he became my puppy and received his name. I've raised 84 puppies and sold all but one. I kept this one and now share with you the experience of raising a dog from birth. April 10th 2013 I put my head over the side of the bed to see what the fuss was(last spring I had Snooki sleeping right next to the bed the last week of her pregnancy)and there was the first of the April litter. His name is now Teddy and 8 months later we have really(I do mean really bonded differently than any other animal I have ever been around or had the pleasure of sharing this life)he is amazing! The unique thing about having one from birth is that they know you as well as they know their own parents and they have only one person to relate to in everything. Yesterday Snooki added a little brother and 3 sisters to our family for the still growing everyday Teddy. Now I am blessed with another most amazing thing to witness as it occurs. Snickers(father)is not allowed near his babies for weeks(Snooki nips at him if he gets close)but Teddy can get right into bed with all of them and Snooki does not mind. He is still a cry baby, unique from each of the others. That is why I guess I had to keep him, or maybe I was just really curious now that I'm old enough to spend the time it takes to raise a dog from birth. These new four will all be sold. Snooki will be fixed so that we have no more pups. Snickers is getting old(past eight years now)and Snooki will as well(she has to be three)but Teddy and I will travel the road together. 40 years ago I had a pomeranian compadre that stayed with me 17 years through three wives hundreds of homes and thousands of miles. Maybe it is time for that type of relationship again(not the change in wives, that was crazy)just live each day as it comes and love one another unconditionally until we are no longer on this journey of life!Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-52464696405610957032013-10-21T04:08:00.000-05:002013-10-21T04:08:15.999-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF9sG_0gzkLPcxnhqI__Dv8CSf-5EjHCXXRBDiHd1ybrGNyzJdVQSzOkTYUpFqe14nEFSKV9ywdA93jvoNcuD3VbLyYfok3wXRZXcRZzQez8j9e6_RZEBXK8A2PoHzRsIAQcY6g/s1600/IMG_0066-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF9sG_0gzkLPcxnhqI__Dv8CSf-5EjHCXXRBDiHd1ybrGNyzJdVQSzOkTYUpFqe14nEFSKV9ywdA93jvoNcuD3VbLyYfok3wXRZXcRZzQez8j9e6_RZEBXK8A2PoHzRsIAQcY6g/s320/IMG_0066-1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROuZysxt0mhl1atwzidA2HsvA5AqqGyksUbzUCgu4MfEy023bQ5jZStkgYPaUORCyy-qZPOazTXqPFxr-weSIG8oR4ts024VQj0sIJ1YNRW3zQ2eDP6ciQdC_6r-l0-yQZwe3uw/s1600/IMG_0092-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROuZysxt0mhl1atwzidA2HsvA5AqqGyksUbzUCgu4MfEy023bQ5jZStkgYPaUORCyy-qZPOazTXqPFxr-weSIG8oR4ts024VQj0sIJ1YNRW3zQ2eDP6ciQdC_6r-l0-yQZwe3uw/s320/IMG_0092-1.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOU-FfpOe93fkHpzWVlDf7noc8oDs7ugxQy31oZBlvH80KzKMbMllknHvkWPrZ-qvPDxGdqYsuiESE5dyH2ikGCc7ZruneTr-lFh0wE06TcsQjHtaKF7gsYZMF4Ff9YK4mae3-UQ/s1600/IMG_0091.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOU-FfpOe93fkHpzWVlDf7noc8oDs7ugxQy31oZBlvH80KzKMbMllknHvkWPrZ-qvPDxGdqYsuiESE5dyH2ikGCc7ZruneTr-lFh0wE06TcsQjHtaKF7gsYZMF4Ff9YK4mae3-UQ/s320/IMG_0091.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMZVZ4TrOhD7lySCk5jGFt1ufe7gVcbw1sEYM5MJjIROlICA8Z_1NlEhcjKYXlmZ0se0AgbnrZ4PfVVlZ5gS-KdV8LqZHj-BFnN6sOMP9YP5UN_lzpg9ZGqTfQSKJQ3oWdF3E4g/s1600/110th+Journey+092.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGMZVZ4TrOhD7lySCk5jGFt1ufe7gVcbw1sEYM5MJjIROlICA8Z_1NlEhcjKYXlmZ0se0AgbnrZ4PfVVlZ5gS-KdV8LqZHj-BFnN6sOMP9YP5UN_lzpg9ZGqTfQSKJQ3oWdF3E4g/s320/110th+Journey+092.JPG" /></a>
It was a journey of discovery, one that cannot be repeated every year, but only every half decade. I am still astounded by the miles covered, places visited, and people met. As our riding season winds down here on the "Great American Desert" I am remembering times a quarter century ago when doctors informed me that I might never walk again. All seems very far away and unreal today in light of the accomplishments and the ups and downs of life. I'm getting older. My favorite saying for a number of years has been "I may be old, but I'm slow." I said it in jest for years and now it is more truth than I'd care to truly admit some days.
On another note - the five year plan that we set out on is nearing completion. Basement closets and bedrooms being finished and the last of the sorting from the old place is getting done. This takes me forever! I'd do a page just on how long it takes to settle in but that would get boring. Needless to say I am very thankful to be where I am today and know that I could have accomplished nothing without God's steady prompting of my spirit to stay on track with His plan and keep mine in the background.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-40616406109091277742013-08-31T16:42:00.001-05:002013-08-31T16:42:37.573-05:00
Sitting at the Holiday Inn Express in Chippewa Falls, WI. Rita has broken on the return trip from Milwaukee. We went to celebrate the 110th B'dy/Anniversary of HD. I should be extremely depressed, but I'm not. It has been a beautiful journey thus far and I can't wait to see what happens next. My honey is a little worried but that is as it should be if the roles were reversed I would worry as well. It is enough to know that we are able to stay in touch and she loves me. Rita(My Ultra), on the other hand may have ditched me for good. A new one has been on my mind for a few years now and this may be the time to step up to something a little newer. Only time will tell. It is enough to know that God loves me sooo much that He gave His only Son that I might have life more abundant and to that end I am waaaay blessed. Thoughts and prayers go out for family and friends this day.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-2029821021096671542013-08-22T05:27:00.000-05:002013-08-22T05:27:10.056-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixthfaH7EcWidT4Mwz3pF4TH5KIBbQ1AKKrayUos7-WxMYEPycQDustJxXVKbhsBsIPEfBf2Lv2ab44JgI-az34BJZXJHIeJsiJnNtg41mbn5_My_6eT9qVaVy0Dq_uVk-XRZitQ/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixthfaH7EcWidT4Mwz3pF4TH5KIBbQ1AKKrayUos7-WxMYEPycQDustJxXVKbhsBsIPEfBf2Lv2ab44JgI-az34BJZXJHIeJsiJnNtg41mbn5_My_6eT9qVaVy0Dq_uVk-XRZitQ/s320/1.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUMu6nhif0HNnw4rE-aAcOw8kNSTRnWMl1BvgQaSY2R_fsRblRuuiINOLX94k18aMHqK0gvZb2jSMIxsK2n3dWJiXd6Ic72ppDqOsgHHlkFkJHWEdfaTwJ-I8BNalps5HAAK6fUg/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUMu6nhif0HNnw4rE-aAcOw8kNSTRnWMl1BvgQaSY2R_fsRblRuuiINOLX94k18aMHqK0gvZb2jSMIxsK2n3dWJiXd6Ic72ppDqOsgHHlkFkJHWEdfaTwJ-I8BNalps5HAAK6fUg/s320/2.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPi7aE7aQm7qXvCC-i_dBfhkV3vkHAU2qv054RssPJzTJ4pzUme8p_gcZDwNilJzmiWX0-c-j51835b5i7L1uVjKqb7DtzWQUDbEdtry7q7p0OxbKHxHhtfqbHi7jxW8c1DfkbaQ/s1600/3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPi7aE7aQm7qXvCC-i_dBfhkV3vkHAU2qv054RssPJzTJ4pzUme8p_gcZDwNilJzmiWX0-c-j51835b5i7L1uVjKqb7DtzWQUDbEdtry7q7p0OxbKHxHhtfqbHi7jxW8c1DfkbaQ/s320/3.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Taqt7qcevTfVTa_pALX9MXUVQShbTKuV4F4zsEErhLFPkkpY_4VMd-MjaeIcUIB1xyIbkVCepkHzT0LCCM5SPQRmomZp09u1hOhHQPChwEiCvooPyPZRyjHQobnji33CDQMQVA/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Taqt7qcevTfVTa_pALX9MXUVQShbTKuV4F4zsEErhLFPkkpY_4VMd-MjaeIcUIB1xyIbkVCepkHzT0LCCM5SPQRmomZp09u1hOhHQPChwEiCvooPyPZRyjHQobnji33CDQMQVA/s320/4.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGz8dqLtX-yKRSIwjXQpH2VGLM4h2fWmon_KJGYe368Bv8jilKeAz_XmxNhLIwoqjnOeFCMQmFpfNaUzbcU-MpYWhuPzYj7vmkW6IqLmPMvZjWkVmtrVuILH-jTRkqljjka4-vrw/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGz8dqLtX-yKRSIwjXQpH2VGLM4h2fWmon_KJGYe368Bv8jilKeAz_XmxNhLIwoqjnOeFCMQmFpfNaUzbcU-MpYWhuPzYj7vmkW6IqLmPMvZjWkVmtrVuILH-jTRkqljjka4-vrw/s320/5.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ViXs2PtjlcsxIcx8bWnzgoHdS6cMiZJbVHIkwSEXNh3lamHcBGFAAXps5mTXKtSyTilqMROLEodvEbjBXJl2hi9001Uy0_AJ3ePsRWrdopo-HRt-dJ79UmX3DKWaXc72c_Mojw/s1600/6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ViXs2PtjlcsxIcx8bWnzgoHdS6cMiZJbVHIkwSEXNh3lamHcBGFAAXps5mTXKtSyTilqMROLEodvEbjBXJl2hi9001Uy0_AJ3ePsRWrdopo-HRt-dJ79UmX3DKWaXc72c_Mojw/s320/6.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK87g0NV84aAk43zWOxZ49LZNtKrO7CgYgkk3N20cvWmjQGSOURl7V-Rty_cLBAkMlyY8i7zgv3V2qN90DqXadYojAM4vieNh3mKDYEr3A87vB5xubFTx9Wwgy7LLbulNkc-R9DA/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK87g0NV84aAk43zWOxZ49LZNtKrO7CgYgkk3N20cvWmjQGSOURl7V-Rty_cLBAkMlyY8i7zgv3V2qN90DqXadYojAM4vieNh3mKDYEr3A87vB5xubFTx9Wwgy7LLbulNkc-R9DA/s320/7.jpg" /></a></div>
Sturgis was awesome this year! Aside from the usual festivities accompanying the rally there were the opportunities camping out offers veteran riders to talk about their 'rides.' The past few years I have listened to many HD fans bemoan the new 6-speed transmission. Although offering improved mileage(as if that is ever a factor in considering a two wheel steed)there is an annoying sound that comes with the get go.
Yesterday I climbed aboard several Victories for my first test rides of these state of the art two wheeled suicide machines. The very first thing I noticed was the disconcerting sound the transmissions omitted when put in gear. It was a heavy metal 'clack' that assailed my ear. 1St & 2nd gears make this sound on every one of the bikes I rode. This is not to say I couldn't get used to it. Much to the contrary, by the time I was mounting the third in my tryout list it was noticeably less important than the overall performance versus comfort considerations.
My very best ride of the day came aboard the Victory “Hammer 8-Ball” cruiser. I have never ridden the 250MM rear tire style. The handling in itself was quite impressive, but what really got my attention was the way the power to weight to center of gravity seemed perfect. Zero to 90 with ease, and cornering and “grip the road” with confidence cornering. Amazing experience and one that bears repeating often. Will I own one – probably not but one can always wish.
The biggest of the lineup “Cross Country Tour” was the disappointment of the day. Great sound system and overall good to ride, but the heat issue needs resolving. My left leg from behind the knee nearly to my crotch was overly hot. Not a good thing when you're moving and considering traffic time of stop and go I believe it would have become unbearable in a short short. The inner thigh is not a place one desires a lot of heat while riding.
Overall solid machines with some obvious needs that could be resolved tinkering around in the shop I'm sure. Stuff like handlebar length, height, width are all workable and can be defined in the garage by the owner to satisfy personal taste. The 'clacking' of gears would be an irritating thing forever. They have done a thing with their clutch pull that offers extreme ease, that was good. Shift and brake levers are okay but take some getting used to. On a scale of 1 – 10 I'd say 8 overall and 9 on the “8-Ball.” Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-71891393321830451512013-02-07T21:40:00.000-06:002013-02-07T21:42:44.607-06:00A Dream Saga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I awoke the following morning in my drop dead gorgeous suite. Opening my eyes I lay there watching the fish swimming above me. What a novel idea, a fish tank surrounding the headboard of the bed, but then this is a dream and I can sleep anywhere I choose. Getting ready for the day took forever. I had brought what seemed to be a whole trunk of nothing but cameras. My 35mm Cannon 620 EOS was there, along with a pocket sized digital 14mp Sony, one single forlorn looking Brownie, and an antique accordian style piece that has been in the family for at least a hundred years. Much to my surprise I had brand new film to put on the old wooden rollers inside. Eos around the neck, digital in the pocket of my jeans and three more in a sizable briefcase(I have no clue where the Mavica came from but it was in there along with several brightly colored floppies)the cameras and I exited to the hall. The view from the hallway windows next to the elevator was astonishing so I snapped away as I awaited the arrival of my ride down. Downstairs I was greeted with the scent of baking bread and delightful pastries. The breakfast buffet, continental style, was awesome! Fresh fruit of every imaginable kind, and donuts(in a previous incarnation I'm certain I was an officer of the law), caramel rolls, and a tiny little corner niche with covered pans holding sausages, bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and an assortment of breads I could toast for myself. I grabbed two plates of food a cup of freshly brewed coffee and a tall glass of orange juice. It was time to feed the body and go over the details of the assignment in my mind. I usually take notes on whatever my plans are and what I think I may be doing just in case I forget. Enjoying my leisurely breakfast(most meals take me at least an hour to consume, but this may take longer)I munched and wandered through the corridors of my mind enjoying visions of other places I had enjoyed a breakfast much like this one. This was the dream. There is more to it but space and time do not allow right now. I am quite subject to "recurring" dreams so I have no doubt this one will begin again or continue another night as I slumber. Oh, by the way, it has led to the next book. I'm writing every day as I haven't done in a few years. God bless, Preacher. Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-42061644077563058212013-02-02T05:15:00.002-06:002013-02-02T05:15:26.148-06:00Dreams Too Real
I awakened(I pray this is so)from a short slumber in which I was dreaming. I had been hired to do a photo essay on one of the oldest hotels in the state. No longer in service as a hotel but used for various purposes on different levels of the establishment. Not long after my arrival I met with the folks paying for my time and they gave me a brief explanation of what I was to do for them. The strangest request they made was one of my being able to utilize my collection of vintage cameras from pictorial history to do the shoot. I questioned why I needed the vast array of cameras for the story and the only explanation I was given was, "You will have to follow your instincts and take whatever pictures you take with what you believe will work best for the shot." Then they left me sitting in the newly renovated cafe on the street level. It was right next to what had been at one time the main desk of the grand hotel. The entry/registration area was vast and now was parent to a number of portals leading to a boutique, a computer/cell phone/gaming center, and what appeared to be an old men's haberdashery. Actually the general appearance was one of a collage. The nostalgic, modern, and vintage all separated by their period store fronts and the backdrop of the ancient hotel lobby. My first duty was to check on accommodations for my stay. I chose a nearby motel within walking distance and proceeded to unpack my things in the cheery suite which my employers so graciously had provided. I love being on the road and staying in a variety of places so this was perfect. A three day shoot, great digs, a wonderful stroll down the paths of time and every amenity available within walking distance. Street level, where I met with the vaguely familiar folks footing my bill, faced the motel. My third floor windows looked out on the everyday scene of mainstay America. Automobiles and trucks going every direction at the corners with people paying absolutely no attention to their driving. Ah, it was good to be home.
What I believe is happening is the start of my next book. It was too strange to get any depth on this opening blog page. I will write every day until the tale is told to the best of my ability. God bless, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-1912003693727856962013-01-29T21:40:00.000-06:002013-01-29T21:40:35.490-06:00A Dream Car<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been seeking the next car to buy. I have not purchased one in 22 years. Had no need, but now I do so I began my search for an old favorite, the Mustang. The year had to be between 1999 and 2004 as a result of the body style. Here began the criteria in an outline form:
<b>Mustang Criteria
Color................................No red, blue, yellow, gold,
Year..................................1999 - 2004
Prefer................................40th Anniversary In Black
Must have...........................The Hood Scoop
Preferred...............................40th Anniversary Deluxe
#2......................................Premium GT
#3......................................Electric Driver's Seat
#4......................................Leather Interior
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<i>The Black one shown on this page really appealed to me on first viewing. Then as I got further into the research I came to rest on the White 2004 in the collage. It happens to be in Dallas, TX(top on my list of favorite state). So now I have a decision(LOL.....that only took the better part of six months)based solely on the appearance of an automobile that pulled in to our station five years ago. You have now determined that I don't really 'jump' into things. All good things happen in their own time. Now I have to secure financing for the aforementioned vehicle or one like it and go wherever it is and bring it on home(that's part of an old song about love)to me. Time, and God willing, there will be my next auto sitting on the driveway or snuggled deep within the confines of the "CAVE" next to a pair of Harleys. Mine to drive at my leisure and finally with the top down. Did I forget that it has to be a convertible. Nothing else will do because I truly don't like cages and then even in the winter I stick my nose out in the wind(sort of like the dog does when the window is down or if they happen to have the joy of riding in the back of the truck)smelling the air and relishing the rush of it in my hair. Well, that's it. Everything I need to say on this topic is finished for tonight. I'm certain if things come together the way I would like them to I shall be posting something on this topic again. For now I pray you blessings and happiness in life. In Christ's Love, Preacher.</i>Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-86959000923114309662013-01-08T16:02:00.000-06:002013-01-08T16:02:30.715-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One Marine's Response, to Sen. Feinstein's Gun Control Proposal:
One U.S. Marine was more than a little displeased with California Sen. Dianne Feinstein’s draconian gun control proposal, which includes an assault weapons ban and provisions on handguns and even “grandfathered weapons.”
The letter, written by U.S. Marine Joshua Boston, was titled “No ma’am” and was first posted on CNN iReport on Dec. 27. The letter has since gone viral and has been shared extensively on social media sites like Facebook and Twitter, as it seemingly has resonated with a segment of the American population.
Read Boston’s entire “No ma’am” letter below and then share it with others:
<b>Senator Dianne Feinstein,
I will not register my weapons should this bill be passed, as I do not believe it is the government’s right to know what I own. Nor do I think it prudent to tell you what I own so that it may be taken from me by a group of people who enjoy armed protection yet decry me having the same a crime. You ma’am have overstepped a line that is not your domain. I am a Marine Corps Veteran of 8 years, and I will not have some woman who proclaims the evil of an inanimate object, yet carries one, tell me I may not have one.
I am not your subject. I am the man who keeps you free. I am not your servant. I am the person whom you serve. I am not your peasant. I am the flesh and blood of America. I am the man who fought for my country. I am the man who learned. I am an American. You will not tell me that I must register my semi-automatic AR-15 because of the actions of some evil man.
I will not be disarmed to suit the fear that has been established by the media and your misinformation campaign against the American public.
We, the people, deserve better than you.
Respectfully Submitted,
Joshua Boston Cpl,
United States Marine Corps
2004-2012
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I copied and pasted this from a post on FB. I believe it is relevant to the present danger we face in America. Our country is facing the largest attack it has ever experienced. This is an attack on our founding fathers, our constitution, and the liberty so many have fought and died to preserve. Each of us that loves this land must do what we can to tell others what is happening. Joshua, although not as eloquent as some, has stated his case succinctly and truthfully. He is not alone. He is not the first nor will he be the last. We all have a duty to perform. President Kennedy put it well in words we can all understand, "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country." I share this and all the above with my whole heart, spirit, mind, and patriotic fervor. In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12074118.post-47820018030072457392012-12-23T10:49:00.000-06:002012-12-23T10:49:41.507-06:00Christmas is upon us once again. We did a family thing this year in the Blackhills of South Dakota. The plan was to gift everyone with the opportunity to share Christmas in a chateau high atop Edelweiss mountain. It worked very well. Unfortunately there was no snow! We had a wonderful time but(wife said that was all we were doing for gifts this year for family members)if they didn't come then we had to go out and start purchasing presents we could give. All in all it probably will work out. The main thing to remember is the extreme blessing the trip was for all who attended. I am also in the process of looking for an automobile. I haven't purchased one since '91 and I have the hankering for a special winter ride. The rest of the time I go on two wheels. This year I did 250 days on my Ultra, 190 of them consecutive. Lol, you'd think I "live to ride" & "ride to live." Truly I say unto you, "My worst day on two wheels is far, far better than my best on four." Now about that convertible:
Seeking a 1999 - 2004 Mustang convertible. It's the particular body style that I truly want. 2002 is dead in the center of these years and would be preferred. So far I have found hundreds of the aforementioned vehicles. There are pics of a few that have got my attention right now. If you know of one or someone who has this beautiful beast contact me at RevTerryl@gmail.com.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Losing track of stuff has become a way of life. Someone once told me that happens when we get older. Older or not I just forget. That's why when I'm working construction here at the house I try to have a least two yardsticks, tape measures, hammers, tool kits, etc. you get the picture. This year I've lost track of how many consecutive days I've been out on two wheels. I thought the latest run began on June 12th, but when I figured up the X marks on the wall they total 143 so that can't be right. Whatever, the season is drawing to a close. Snow was in the air this afternoon and it took a battery charger to start the Ultra with the temperature hovering just under 21 degrees. It was brisk on the streets to say the least. I'm going to miss my daily putts. It puts life in a more proper perspective on a day to day basis. Like yesterday when the rain came down(it was 47 degrees at that time)and I knew it was time to head for the shed. I did gas up one more time just in case. Life is like that. We try to be ready for everything and then when something happens it is usually unexpected. Like Mitt expecting to win. What a night of elections! Good or bad we take it all in spit it back out and come up with a smile for everyone. God bless my country! It is still the best in all the world and even though I may not always agree with the political winds I must reverently bow to the coming of another winter! Maybe the sun will shine four years down the road. As for today, I know that spring is coming. In Christ's Love, Preacher.Preacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17659182056572178652noreply@blogger.com0