I believe there was a slight hint of fall weather last Sunday when I wore long sleeves to church, and was back in short britches by the afternoon. Each year, around this time, when the weather cools, I try and predict how many days remain in the mowing season.
In my moments of sin and regret, in my struggle and indiscretions, and in my pain and failing to understand I sometimes wonder where God is. I pray and nothing seems to happen, and I wonder why God isn’t doing something.
I used to like my doctor a lot. She listens to me. She offers great advice. When needed, she gives me a pill to make me feel better. But my fondness for her has recently decreased, as she’s gone to stepping on my toes.
The evening is coming when children — and I use that term “children” loosely — will come to my door, dressed in costumes that range from cute to the macabre to the barely there. These little people will hold their bag of candy/loot in front of me, and utter the phrase “Trick or Treat.” I am not a monster.
One benefit of being mayor is the number of people I meet from our community. Remembering each name is impossible, but I can usually recognize someone by their face or contributions.
With the hot dry days, the horses loved the water. All afternoon they had played and pawed at the water tank. The water sloshed from side to side so much so that it splashed on the ground making a muddy mess.
We have a small discipleship group that meets in our home and last night we had kind of an early Friendsgiving meal together. As we read 1st Thessalonians 5:16 & 17 and how we are to always be thankful, people shared how God has been good to them.
For some reason, many holidays have a decorative element to them. Some put bunnies and pastel eggs out for Easter.
My crazy mind works in such a way that I sometimes forget to award basic accolades. There are so many folks who contribute to the planning, implementation, and ultimate success of our city.
October is the scariest month of the year. I’m not sure why.