kingdom

I miss you. 

The innocence bubble popped when my dad died. He was never coming home again. I was eleven years old. Then a new, different normal began. 

I remember realizing when in college, I had lived half my life with my father on earth and half with him in heaven. Correspondence with my grandmother gave me insight into my dad. She couldn't get him to do a thing. It wasn't until LOVE came to him, in the form of my mother, did she see him DO the things she could never motivate him to do. LOVE is a force. GOD IS LOVE.

To My PERFECT Father, ABBA,

William Henry True, III, is my earthly father. After his death, I received a children’s book explaining what happens when we die. It was signed in my mother’s handwriting. She signed it: from your Heavenly Father and your father in heaven. I was 11 years old.

Tomorrow is the National Day of Prayer, 2021. Boy am I glad our nation has one.

Today I spent some time praying and weeding in the backyard.

Bamboo shoots were starting to pop up! 

Bermuda grass in the "woodchip areas" is bad enough, but now bamboo?! Have I sown the wind and am now reaping the whirlwind?

The Bamboo tops pull off real easy, but the roots remain.

I have before me some serious digging to get this "invasive" plant under control.

"Nip it Andy, Nip it in the bud!" great words from Barney Fife. 

Visions anew,

New art,

New science,

New solutions too.