Heavenletters

God's just waiting with divine cool whip.

My darling wife's mother lived with us 25 years. What a pie maker! She was as good as my mother at pies.

My mother was 4'8'' in all directions. Four of her 8 children survived living on apple sauce, apple pie, and little dough boys she made for us to play with until dirty enough to bake brown enough to cover the dirt.

God's sort of like that. He treats us like his Precious dough boys and bakes most of us till were done and edible, perhaps a better word is usable. That sounds better.

He called Ephriam, that was one of his Bible Characters: "Half baked!" I suppose He was trying to tell us that it's possible to be half baked and be one of His characters in the Bible. Whew! But then on to other items; it's hot in the oven!.

I bit into an delicious apple when I was little only to find after I swallowed that there was half a worm in the part that remained. That part of the worm seemed alive. I hoped that the part i had just ingested wasn't so lucky. How do you know about such mysteries? When I told my mother she put her apron over her face and either cried or laughed, I couldn't tell by the shake. According to this darling writer the apple was organic, and that's important, I mean, real important to know about. I just hope I'm organic, but sometimes I wonder. That may have been Ephriam's problem, now that I think about it.

The silver lining should make us feel good about clouds or the sun or perhaps it's God's photo op. I get the impression that my whole life is an 84 yard long silver lining of some sort. That thing about picking up your feet is a good thing unless you've had a stroke like mine. My right foot simply isn't interested in up and down stuff. Dragging got them all beat but I get to use a wheel chair at the airport. That's cool. Now I get to feel like Jacob who limped the rest of his life after that tango with the angel. But he did get a different name, which is cool.

Now I'm faced with changing a habit, one of life's choice occupations because, forming habits make you happy, comfortable, fat, sloppy, and others miserable but you get to do the darn habit any old time. Changing it sounds easy but just try it sometime. Pray like the dickens.

George has to change this habit of using my dumb keyboard