A nephew-in-law says—My brother has 2 Dobermans called Rolex and Timex. They are watch dogs.
Soooo, what bridge is happening in your life today? Dr.J says—"All of us are tempted all the
time, but not always at the same time, by the same things, or to the same
degrees. Temptation is like a virus. It is always reinventing itself and
mutating. It looks for our weaknesses. Some people reading these words are
battling addiction to pornography. Others are seldom bothered by that, but they’re
buying too many clothes, eating too many calories, or missing too many church
services. Yet others are upright and faithful, but the joy is missing because
of a bitter attitude toward something or someone!” I always think that
self-evaluation of myself is hard; I wonder if I’m very objective! Probably not! Ouchy ouchy!
I’m not an expert on military strategy but it seems that
enemies are always trying to disrupt the supply lines in defeating their
opponent. And the key many times is to destroy the bridges of the supply
lines. It used to be bridges over rivers
and probably still is or maybe airfields. It seemed that in the movies they
were always trying to protect the bridges.
They were very important. Maybe
that is an analogy for our lives. What
do you think? That is what I thought.
OneSmartPerson described bridges this way—"Bridges: shaky,
deteriorating, need reinforcement, rebuilding. Initially building bridges
between people strong intentionally. Some bridges are simple and functional yet
sturdy. Some are soaring masterpieces of engineering, some get you safely from
place to place, some are covered bridges, some are 1 way bridges so you take
turns crossing.” Now those words sure produce a lot of thoughts and have a lot
of wisdom, now don’t they. Probably each
of us have different feelings pertaining to different situations and events in
our lives. Some memories of bridges are probably very good
and some maybe not soooo good. Oh, those bridges.
Soooo when we face a chasm in our travels, we usually find a
bridge to cross it. The bridge gives us
passage from one side to the other. Sometimes it is the only way to get across
that is accessible. Sooo I am thinking
how I and you and others get across the chasms of our personal lives (i.e. what
bridge do we take or try to take). Oh, there are probably many bridges that we
use I would guess. Like buying something new, sleeping, eating, some other addition,
or maybe turn to God and have faith.
There are probably many methods that are tried. I recently read this in the
paper, soooo it must be right:
I don’t understand this. Help me here. If Ford or John Deere has a product that the public doesn’t understand/ or like and it hurts them in selling their product. What do they do—change it or explain it as fast as possible. If this is the main reason that folks don’t believe in Christianity, why doesn’t the Christian Church address the situation and talk about it and explain it? I don’t get it. It’s much more important than arguing who should take communion in each of the denotations. Now, that is my opinion and my opinion is not worth much. I’m just a little ol’ farm boy from a mile and quarter south of Roseland, MN. I still think we are missing the boat!
The old saying goes like this—We will cross that bridge when
we get there. You remember the song Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon and
Garfunkel? It was a song of my times.
It’s a friendship/love song about being on your side and always being your
friend. My special friend sent it to
me. I hope all of you are such a friend
to someone and have someone who is that special friend to you. I suggest you
listen to it. It’s good, my opinion.
Soooo I called a friend the other day—I said—what are you up to—oh…, I just
missed my exit on the interstate, now I have to go to the next exit, you ever
do that erv—of course I have—I’m soooo discussed at myself, I need to figure
out where I need to go, I’ll call you back. He needed a Friend Over Troubled
Water! Soooo we met for breakfast at our usual spot each driving about 70
miles. His wife is now in the advanced
stages of Alzheimer's. He asked me a ton
of questions and shared his feelings and emotions. I mainly listened. He concluded by reminding
me what I told him several years ago—Mayo told Arlene and I when they diagnosed
her with Alzheimer’s that two things would happen, she would get worse, and she
would die. We had to cross those bridges when got there!
Jeanne says--"
A friend of a friend of a friend from Burnout, AL (i.e. soooo that pretty much makes it town gossip) said that her cousin has a senior friend from Gatorland,
FL, billed as the Alligator Capital of the World, who was never loved by her previous husband and she never loved him and she doesn't love the man
she has a long time relationship with now. Such is life! Sooooo I was walking on the golf course the other morning here in Butler County, IA and saw the
tip of a golf ball buried in the ground in the rough (i.e. maybe 10% showing). It
might have been in the dirt for a while. I dug it up, cleaned the major dirt
off, and washed it in a ball washer. She was a brand-new, high-end ball that
looked perfect (i.e. looked like she was never used, right out of the box). All she just needed was some TLC. She's now spankin' new!
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
MyFriendJean said—To get the full value of joy and love, you
must have someone to divide it with.
BONUS COVERGE:
A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph’s Hospital.
She timidly asked, "Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?"
The operator said, "I'll be glad to help, dear. What's the name and room number of the patient?"
The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said, "Norma Findlay, Room 302."
The operator replied,
"Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse's station for that room."
After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said,
"I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well.
Her blood pressure is fine; her blood work just came back normal and
her physician, Doctor Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow."
The grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful. I was so worried.
God bless you for the good news."
The operator replied, "You're more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?"
The grandmother said, "No, I'm Norma Findlay in Room 302.
No one tells me shit."
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