egbok

everything is
going to
Be
OK

I was enjoying summer like heat
and long days
then we got snow on Thursday.

I am so enjoying my therapy sessions
with Susan. she is so intuitive and oozes compassion.

i STILL DO NOT HAVE internet at home
and
guess what?
I like it that way.

sort of

sorry I do not visit you more often

you waited a whole week

not to hear me complain.

C

R

U

D

always a new twist in the trail

oh yeah
but today I get to create decorative concrete
for wild ideas see buddyrhodes.com

and play with dead rodents
(hehe)

Tuesday night at the library

seems like FOREVER since I have been here, using the county's internet.
Thanks Mr and Mrs. Taxpayer!

post #854

not that I do not have MUCH to say
i just have NO internet connection
nor much time to mess with much other than email

so email me
pray for me,
I am working hard and loving the long warm days
my mom is well, thanks for caring.

Chad's letter , from joke of the day

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom.

I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.

Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for cancer so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your son, Chad

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer.

Oh My God

Oh: I am amazed

My: He chose me, I respond, it is personal

God: no other word describes the creator of all

Jars of clay has a song, " Oh my God" I think you can listen to it here

I am praying some
reading some
writing a few notes, letters

and staying in mostly
unless I go for a prayer and inspiration walk.

Pray hard, people.