Where do the years, weeks, days, and all the rest go? How is it one day it’s New Year’s Eve and the next we look up and it’s Thanksgiving and Christmas?
My grandmother told me when I was twelve years old, “When you get to thirteen life speeds up and goes faster and faster.” I found out sometime later the reason this is true is that at thirteen your life lived changes.
Before thirteen, you have lived only twelve years, which corresponds with the twelve months in a year. At thirteen your ratio changes and many other things change when you reach the teen years.
And then we find ourselves—older—wishfully, wiser, but honestly just older. And it happens in a flash. And a person wonders, how did I get here?
Monday, the first day of the workweek, a lovely day in April. We began with Old Fuzzy, Young Fuzzy, and Not a Fuzzy working to get our sawmill up. We purchased a sawmill three weeks ago and received it two weeks ago.
Now, let me advise you, if you purchase a sawmill, and if you need a functional ready-to-use trailer—If you do not have the trailer, just buy one to go with the mill.
We bought our mill believing we had the items already on hand to fashion into a trailer. However, the sawmill came faster than we believed it would, and after two weeks of finagling, we decided it would be faster to purchase a trailer.
Our Young Fuzzy and Not a Fuzzy weren’t really revolting, but they had a few choice ideas about their situation. And being children of their mother, they had the vocabulary to let us know what those thoughts might be.
So we went to plan B—or it could have been plan C. They’ve finished (I hope) a temporary platform for the sawmill so we can get it assembled and set up. Of course, we want to see how it will run and the whatnots on it.
I’m hoping to have Big Fuzzy come and make a video of our endeavors when things hopefully do not fall into place, but something a bit less cataclysmic. Like, slide peacefully into position.
I’ve been working on my third book, “All My Tomorrows” and I am at the last eighty pages of the edit. I will be really glad to get through these pages. It gets so deep sometimes I find myself rewriting and editing in my sleep.
In some ways, this book is difficult. Well, in at least two ways—This book has many of the aha moments since I wrote all three books as one long book in the beginning.
There are many ‘no-turning’ back situations in this book that I was told to look for in the other books. And the grand finale is here in this book. And that leads to the second hard situation.
This book leaves all of the characters suspended. For those who have developed an interest in the characters, they will never know how their lives come out. That is a sometimes problem I have in reading. I often want to know what happens next as I close the book.
A good thing about reading a book is it can be finished in a short time. My rule of reading a book is, I sit down and read till it’s done. Very seldom do I put it down until I’ve finished the story.
In a book, the problem is presented and then solved, and that’s that. In life, it takes a lifetime to finish the story.
The saying “There are no atheists in a foxhole” is a close rule of thumb. But the idea that in one way, and at some time, everyone will talk to God is a fact.
Some unbelievers will say, “No, I don’t believe in God. Why would I talk to something I don’t believe in? For me, it would be like talking to Puff the Magic Dragon. I’m sure it’s a fairy tale.”
Listening to a song that I happened by recently the line was gleaned, “Either way, everyone talks to God.”
No matter whether you believe in Jehovah, God or not, God does exist. And as the scriptures tell us at some point in existence all people will acknowledge not only God but Jesus. We can do so as friends and allies or as foes. For myself, I’d rather be on the side of God.
8 And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.
9 Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:
10 That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth;