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What the?!

As I’m sitting at the red light on my way home, half of my dashboard lights go out and a little car appears with a wrench in the middle of it. What the?! This is a new light and I immediately jump head first down the rabbit hole. There is something wrong with my car. 😳 I frantically sniff the air. Nothing smells out of place. No out of the way noises. When I get home; praying all the way that I will get home, I sniff around the car. Nothing is overheating. I’ve used all my cellular data. Looking something up on my phone will take me till Christmas. Out with the owners manual.

Owners manual. Where is the owners manual? Receipt. Receipt. Sunglasses. Sun glasses case. Sunglasses. Receipt. Owners manual, yes. Okay, it’s an error message but what? Other than, SERVICE SOON. Am I going to die in the middle of the road before I can get to a garage to have it serviced? What? I’ll mow. Clear my head then try this again.

So, this is what I do. I mow. Put my tools up. Get back in the car to figure out what that menacing little car with the wrench in the middle means? With a clearer head, the lights haven’t gone out on my dash. It’s a message: code 82. What does code 82 mean? There is no index of codes in the back of the owners manual. What does this mean: code 82? Pages 5 – 17 are where the codes are supposed to be. Ahh code 82. Change oil soon. 😂 That’s it? Get my oil changed. 🤣 This I can do.

Dumbest thing EVER!

I did the dumbest thing ever,

I sent my muse a letter.

No, I’m not trying to be clever.

Will it get read? I’m really not trying to be a ‘go getter.’

I just wanted to say thanks.

Will it get thrown in the trash?

Inspiration in me you have banked.

It would be too cool if a response was dashed.

I have no hope my letter will get read.

Or a response of any kind I will be fed.

Will I get a ‘seise and desist?’

Dismissed?

But the fact remains, I sent my muse a letter.

Who even does that anymore?

With social media, e-mails, is a letter antiquated or better?

Only time will tell if I’ve scored.

Or if I strike out completely.

I did the dumbest thing ever.

What is something you have done that could be perceived as the ‘dumbest thing ever?’

Monday school unit: Little People, Big Messages:

The last lesson I completed in this series.

Monday school unit: Little People, Big Messages: the kids of the Bible and what we can learn from them.

4/17: Josiah (2 Kings 22:3)

Spring cleaning for God

23:25 Before him there had been no king who turned to the LORD as he did, with his whole heart, his whole being, and his whole strength, in accord with the entire law of Moses; nor did any king like him arise after him.

Josiah became king at the age of 8. When he was 18, he ordered the repair to the house of the Lord. During the repair work, the priest found a book. The book of the Lord.

Josiah tore down all the places of false worship that had ensnared the people of Judah. The Temple was purged of all foreign cults and dedicated wholly to the worship of Yahweh, and all local sanctuaries were abolished, sacrifice being concentrated at Jerusalem.

It was time for the Passover to be celebrated. Josiah told all the people, “Keep the Passover to the LORD your God, as it is written in this Book of the Covenant.” Such a Passover had not been held for many years. The king and all the people celebrated this season with great joy and thankfulness.

Josiah continued to remove all the evil priests, idols, wooden images and altars. He destroyed all the places where false gods had been worshipped. As long as Josiah reigned, the people kept the laws that were written in the Book of the Law.

Spring cleaning in a major way for the glory of God.

The Bible

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Josiah

https://www.christianity.com/wiki/people/who-was-king-josiah-in-the-bible.html?amp=1

https://lifehopeandtruth.com/bible/bible-study/bible-stories/josiah/

He’s got that swagger

I see you walking down the street –

drop your right shoulder, left one rises.

You got that swagger.

I see you walking down the street –

drop your left shoulder, right one rises.

You got that swagger.

Swivel, swivel of your hips.

Rise, drop of your shoulders.

You got that swagger.

When you reach your destination –

are you tired? That has to be a work out.

You got that swagger.

Drop, rise. Swivel, swivel.

I’ve seen hip rolls before.

But you’ve got that swagger.

Once there was Darkness

Aja Part 1

Kessa was walking the palace grounds. The army had been there laying the ground work for gas.

“How many soldiers would have still joined if they would have known they’d be doing this?” Max pointed at the ground.

She smiled, “all of them.”

A hearty laugh escaped him. “Anything amiss?”

“Not yet. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Once gas is in the palace, should we come up with a new signal?”

They both turned to look toward the king’s chamber. All was dark. “Perhaps we should.”

“You know. If he would just ask you to marry him, we wouldn’t have to worry about signals.” When she looked at Max, not only was he grinning from ear to ear; he was also blushing.

“Let’s talk about you. When are you going to invite her to dinner?”

Max gasped before he grinned. “Who’s following me?”

It was her turn to laugh. “No one. It’s written all over you.”

“I’m going really slow. She’s a lot younger than me.” He kicked at the ground. “I have to figure out if what I think I feel is real or if I’m just feeling sorry for her?” He huffed, “can we go back to fighting? Having massive projects to do?” He stopped, “Kessa, what to I have to offer a woman?” As she turned, he was staring at the ground, “I have no home. I know no life other than being a soldier. Am I doing her a disservice? When I die, will she be able to remarry?”

They continued walking, “you know I’m going to say pray.”

“I am.”

“What kind of feelings are you getting from her?”

“She’s sweet. We walk and talk a lot. I just feel all mixed up inside.”

“What’s her name?”

“Lilly.”

Quote for today: arrived

“Sometimes, all you have to do is walk into the pasture for the bull to know you’re there.”

Chico’s Mom

Country Chicken

Part 1 of 2

Hi, I’m Connie. That’s what the farmer calls me when he pats my head. I consider myself a country chicken. My life’s pretty calm. Eat, lay eggs, walk about the yard pecking at bugs. Come to think of it, life’s pretty amazing. Every now and then we get some excitement.

My favorite spot is sitting on the fence. I have an amazing view of the yard. These things go by from time to time kicking up dust. I know what dust is. Giggle, who doesn’t like a good dirt bath?

The farmer; I guess he has a name. It’s never been spoken around me. He has been bringing in more chickens. Most of them are diddlers. They are so cute with their fluffy baby feathers.

Today was different. Today we got some new adult chickens. We all know what’s gonna happened to those mean ole roosters. What of these hens?

This one hen has decided she doesn’t like me. When I sit on the fence; minding my own business, she starts making noise until I move. No matter where I sit on the fence, here she comes. “Bawk, bawk.” Flapping wings. Noise. Just leave me alone.

Yesterday, she had the equivalent of a chicken stroke. The farmer patted me on the head. She was at the far corner of the yard, chasing a June bug. The noise. Getting right up in my beak. What the corn?

On his way out, the farmer played with the diddlers. And named 3 of the new hens. She didn’t get all up in their feathers.

There is nothing special about me. I’m a chicken. In a yard full of chickens. We all have beds of straw. We eat the same mash. We are different in our feathers. There are chickens here much fancier than me.

Wal-Mart shopping trip

I went to Wal-Mart for work. You should have seen the looks. I got ‘the looks.’ 😂 Those looks that say, ‘where did she get all her money? Is she shopping for Cox’s army? I bet she’s got 5 kids at home and is spending that tax money. Was there a run on toilet paper?’ Those looks.

One woman almost tripped over her own feet looking back at my buggy. It cracks me up to think of all the possibilities that people could be thinking. Yes, I spent just south of $400.00. My cart overflowth.

The trip made me tired (I’m still in recovery mode.) from being off work for a week. I was really dreading it. The looks made it so worth it.

*Buggy is country for shopping cart.

Dandy

The cutest thing to ever happen to a dandelion. 😉😂

Leave me the stars

As I peer into the night sky,

the moon and stars speak to me.

Until an ad passed by.

Now your brand is all I see.

Why? Words fill my every waking moment,

must they fill my nights as well.

The stars do not need an opponent.

Do you really need all 24 hours to sell?

Leave me the stars.

Let them be.

You have the internet, other media sources, t.v.’s in bars.

Can I not have the moon? Let it be free?

I don’t want cubesats.

I don’t want manmade constellations.

My brain is already a hazmat.

I need less sensation.

Why is “the commercialization of space inevitable”?

Leave me the stars.

The moon and stars are pleasurable.

They are beautiful. I can talk to them or scream to Mars.

Leave me the stars.

Inspired by Startrocket. I know very little about Starrocket other than what I read on futurism.com. The disco ball that was launched into space was only visible for a few seconds. This concept might be the same. Quote is from same futurism.com article. https://futurism.com/startrocket-giant-ads-night-sky-cubesats