9/27/2018

Woke up twice this morning and the same song was bouncing around in my head. Another old song I heard while growing up in a Separate Baptist church: “There is going to be a meeting in the air, in the sweet, sweet by and by;

I am going to meet you, meet you over there, in that home beyond the sky.

Such singing you will hear, never heard by mortal ear, twill be glorious I do declare!

And God’s own Son will be the leading One, at that Meeting In The Air!” Guess that must be the SIMH today, huh?!
This song was written in 1925 by May Taylor Roberts. Mostly recorded by Southern Gospel singers. It would be in my top 10 favorites from old church memories. Not too far astray from 1Thess.4:13-18.

Interesting developments going on in several places. From the office of the president comes the great expectation about Israel and the Palestinians settling their ages old dispute: my interest in hearing about this is to see who portrays Pres.Trump as the hero and who portrays him as the antichrist! (He is neither, folks, but he is a deal maker!)

Another development is the likelihood of putting Bill Cosby in prison. Is it just me who wants to know why? or do you think this is stupid? He’s 81, he’s been found guilty, and the law says now we get to pay for his waning years! Stupid, if you ask me. He has resources, house arrest should do it. Do what a prison would do: deprive him of the public, no going away, solitude, yet do it in his own home. Why should the public now be left with the tab? Is he apt to do it again? I doubt it. Hang a scarlet GM (guilty molester) around his old neck!

In sports, my Cubs limped into the playoffs last night, but they need to win 3 of the last 4 to win the division. They just don’t look champion-like! I sure would love to be fooled, but when I make comparisons, they don’t measure up.

(Could be some other sports news, but I haven’t heard anything.) Oh, the Tide could be bringing in a “Title” wave, I hear. Could be dangerous when national announcers forecast how many games before anyone challenges them. Hope the players don’t get wind of it. RTR

Then, of course, the continuing saga of idiocy surrounding the choosing of a Supreme Court justice. The detractors must have read my previous blog about his “teen years” not being important because now they have a complainant from a mere 20 years ago. If it ain’t one thing it’s another: Since Truman declared he would not run for the President’s office in 1952, I have been sideline interested in watching the process of electing people and appointing people at the national level. Had a neighbor who had suffered a stroke, and I used to visit him as a young boy (he had a TV) and we watched whatever came on about politics. He was very vocal (I learned to cuss listening to his opinions about political people. You don’t want to know his opinion of Estes Kefauver!)

Nothing is any better than it was 66 years ago, and everything has gotten worse. How can it be that everything has gotten worse? It is as prophesied. We will not fix it all. Let’s just see if we can keep enough of it fixed and between the white lines until the Lord takes us out for that meeting (see SIMH for today.)

Thanks for reading, the Elder

9/26/2018

Square table discussion this morning found us both ranting on and on…and we’re on the same side! When we go a few days without an early morning talk, we catch up each other about things we’ve read or talked about with others and this morning we were both just plain fed up with the lack of chutzpah on this judicial committee about Kavanaugh. Teenage years are not worthy of any further delay in this proceeding, whether he was a good little boy or a brat! He was a teenager. He grew up, he spent about a decade becoming what studying the law required for him to be where he is. We don’t need to talk about his teens! Nuf said.

The first song to be in my mind this morning was “I’m All Shook Up”—by ol’ what’s his name, you know, had a lot of hair, danced around a bit on stage, owned Graceland. Like “Don’t Be Cruel” it came out on a side B and became a number 1. It was Elvis’ 9th gold record. (I’m not shook up though, just sayin..) Elvis songs will not earn an oft held SIMH position, even though it was an Elvis rendition which started this pattern. I liked his music, but not as special as others, he was never my king, not even in music.

Had another (online) discussion this morning which centered on how people speak about the things they learn from Scripture. If we speak as the Lord said it, things go better in our talks with other people about it. For instance: “rightly dividing the word of truth” is not the same terminology as right division or even rightly divided. Rightly(adverb) dividing(verb) the word of truth(object of the action), to be understood grammatically should always be spoken clearly, the way it is written without using other forms of it. Similar words do not always carry across the same meaning to everyone as they might to the speaker. We who stand and deliver should worry about this a lot more than we do, it seems to me.

Take for instance, the terminology “Paul’s two sendings.” I know what people mean by that, but the Lord didn’t differentiate in that manner. The Lord distinctly sent Paul to the Gentiles, and then through a later appearing in a vision, said to him “I will send thee far hence into the Gentiles” in Acts 22. Well, yes that’s true, that can constitute two sendings, but not if you use God’s words. He went to Gentiles, and he went to far hence Gentiles. The Jews to whom Paul was speaking knew the difference and what it meant, which is why it angered them so! And if we read and believe what we read about the whole ministry of Paul, we will know what he meant. We don’t really need a different terminology to explain it, we just need the words the Lord said and the way Paul explained it in Scripture.

Looking forward to a good day today. Might get to see some friends from out of town. My days seem to fill quickly and enjoyably through conversations with a wide variation of folks from several walks of life. Some young, some not so young, some rich, some not so rich, some have a good testimony, some not so good. I’m very appreciative of them allowing me to be in association with them. I value my time with each one. Yes, even the one’s with whom I like short conversations. One friend told me the other day I could talk all day: I can. He can. Perhaps, we can. We’ll see.

If we try to “keep the main thing, the main thing” it should work out. I wonder who first said that “main thing” thing, was it Zig Zeigler?

Thanks for reading, the Elder

9/25/2018

Thinking about how to teach, from the bible, along the lines of, “How Then, Shall We Live?” that’s a book by Frances Schaeffer. For most of the 40+ years I’ve been teaching, it hasn’t been the main subject. At this moment, it still isn’t at the top of teaching priorities, yet it does enter in. The difficulty comes by knowing not only am I not an example of how to live, I don’t know of one outside the Lord Jesus Christ—and He is God, though manifest in the flesh.

We could look at the several men whom the Lord chose to write His word, but they are all flawed beyond even most of us. Moses was a murderer, David was a “bloody man” and an adulterer, Paul called himself several different things and in the first person—“in my flesh dwells no good thing.” So, studying how to best handle the world around us is not about getting good in the flesh: it is about avoiding the “wiles of the devil.” His wiles, while ravishing the flesh, are centered on religious activity! The “enemy of all righteousness” had prompted a man to interfere with the preaching of the gospel in Acts 13. 

So it isn’t just our weak flesh which creates these problems. It is the things (called the rudiments of the world) which take us away from God’s will and take us subject to and enticed by the “do-gooder” mentality of religion. Decidedly then, we must teach how to know the Lord’s will, how to stay in the Lord’s will, and thus avoid the religiosity of the day.

Don’t throw rocks—it is great to do good works! But all the good works which can be performed by us in one lifetime are simply accounted as nothing before the Lord. Take a really good but lost person: The Lord doesn’t even see the good works, He judges according to His immutable principles, such as “the foundation of God standeth sure, having this seal, The Lord knoweth them that are his”—then , He isn’t “knowing” the unsaved. Another place we can see the Lord doesn’t look upon the unrighteous. So the lost one, who may even be a believer, cannot gain anything with the Lord since he isn’t known by the Lord.

The saved person, one who has trusted in Christ for the saving power behind “Christ died for our sins, was buried, and was raised from the dead for our justification, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved,” (there’s the righteous individual) in fact, all who are saved by the gospel of Christ are going to be judged by what they do with God’s word. You can examine that in 1 Cor.3; 2 Cor.5; Rom.14; Col.3, and other places. So we teach according to the way the judgment seat of Christ is going to be administered, and that’s not easy. Takes vigilance in the Word.

SIMH today is “The Cubs Are Gonna Win Today!” recorded by some chorale group, but sang by us all—right? Well, they didn’t last night, so the race gets tighter with 6 games to go. It matters, but not a lot. I won’t be biting my nails. Heck, I never thought I’d live long enough to see them win a World Series, and they’ve done that. This may not be their year, I see 2-3 teams I think are much stronger.

This is going to be an even better week! some old friends are coming by to visit. We really enjoy when that occurs. It’s the final week of September, can you believe it? Coming up is a rare thing—5 Sundays in September. It’s the last Sunday of my regular scheduled teaching in Alexandria—they have a new pastor, Ryan Poe. You pray for Ryan and for the folks at Alexandria.

Looking for the next open door. (As I said yesterday, I have a lot of ideas, maybe one of them will come to fruition.)

Thanks for reading, the Elder

9/24/2018

You might have noticed I didn’t write a anything yesterday. Partly it was because we left home so very early to get back to the Chattanooga conference and visit with some friends before the morning messages. (Which were very good, by the way.)

But, partly because my fumbling through instructions with WordPress has left me unable to see what you are seeing—how’s that possible? So, I simply walked away in frustration. This morning they say it is all ok —we’ll see. If I try to go see this as you are seeing it, I can’t. I only see what I write on a “preview” page. Once again, I’m sure of what I don’t know, smh.

But, the busy weekend was a wonderful one. The celebration of our friend’s life was heartwarming, and melancholy—grief, but in joy and peaceful hearts. The conferences were well done and I look forward to catching up with the messages I missed through the media. It is great to see old friends.

My SIMH today is “Hello Walls” by Jim Reeves, what a wonderfully smooth voice Mr. Reeves had. Every song he sang was enjoyable listening. In that regard, Don Williams fits in there, as well.

We’re finally getting some rain. I’m glad for all those who need it all around us, but I suppose grass is actually going to grow again and thus, I see mowing in my future. I need the exercise, but it can be monotonous. Sometimes when I’m mowing, some truly  grand plans unfold in my mind. I solve lots of problems, come up with all sorts of ways to accomplish all sorts of things! Then, I put the mower away, shower, sit down with my favorite cooling off drink, and nod off for a nap. When I awaken, I have no idea what those plans were about. Anyone else have this problem? Naw, it’s just me, I guess.

Seriously, possibilities which arise in my mind I do now see clearer than ever before. I guess age and experiences cause both sides to appear more clearly. I’m enjoying the advantage of that. Now if only the younger generation would listen, right? It isn’t that I’m the only idea source there is, or mine are more valid. Perhaps a little more worthwhile to listen to than in my younger days, I dunno.

There’s a building in which I see a very distinct possibility for something and I’ve expressed it to more than one person, yet no one is as excited about it as me. This is a 3 year old idea which will not go away. If I had the resources, I would do this plan in a heartbeat. (Perhaps that’s why the resources haven’t appeared yet, ya think?)

But, I like having these kinds of things going on in my head. We creatures of Adam, including us “new creatures in Christ” have amazing mental resources which should be used for posterity when they can be, don’t you agree? The Scripture says that, “God has made man upright, but they have sought out many inventions” Eccl.7:29. It does not imply the inventions are always in the wrong. Mankind seems left here in spite of and perhaps for that very purpose. A bible principle which I have long kept in my mind for a long time now is, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might!”

Not done “doing,” yet, I don’t think. Certain plans? No, just through whatever doors open.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

9/22/2018

Well, the weekend started very well as I expected, with a wonderful time of fellowship and great bible message from a good friend. He, unfortunately, had to first suffer through listening to me. But, the food was excellent and the fellowship sweet! Oh, and to my two friends who tend to think all the peanut butter fudge is theirs….you weren’t there, so I ate your pieces, too!!

SIMH today was one I heard last night, so the tradition is a little trite. But, the song is terrific. It tells the complete story of how personal salvation is achieved for us by our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ: I’m sure you’ve heard many times, One Day. Verse by verse account of Christ coming from glory, being born, taken to Calvary, crucified, risen, and gone into glory once more, only to return for us. “One Day He’s coming, Oh glorious day!”

When we moved to Texas, we lived in a town whose population sign read 23,700 or so. Large city by this Indiana farm boy’s standard, but a nice size city. An old man(about the age I am now) came to our bible class and told me I should go to a drugstore close to where I lived for coffee each day to get to know some guys there. I did that and he wasn’t there so I sat down at the first table on the right, ordered coffee and began to observe those who were there.

A man walked in and sat down at a middle table, looked at me and said, “I know you, your wife and you were just in my store a few days ago to get her new glasses.” I said I remembered. He got up came over and re-introduced himself and asked me to join him. I did. We remained good friends and had coffee together for 27 years. He introduced me to more men as they came in. Soon there were 5 men at the the table for 4 and all were as friendly as the first! What a place! In a little while the old man from the bible class came in, smiled at me, nodded and went to another group whom he usually sat with. When he left, he said in passing, “I see it worked” and went on his way.

The old man sat with us some and after a few weeks made our table his table as well. He was a little irritating at times because he knew so much. And he really did know a lot about nearly everything. If he arrived first and I came in and ordered coffee, when I would sweeten it with artificial sugar, he would go into a rant about how poison it was! I would agree with him and then it became personal with, “Well, then why do you do it?! Don’t you know you’re killing yourself?” So, if he was there when I got there I just drank black coffee. Finally, after a few days in a row of drinking black coffee, I decided never to drink it any other way. So my friend had cured me of addiction to artificial sugar and introduced me to black coffee. I thank you, sir.

Truth is, the old man taught me many things. His stories went all the way back to the early 1920s, and started in Nebraska. If you read this blog, you’ll hear from him.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

9/21/2018 Someone mentioned not finding the date easily, so I’ll put it up here.

This is a hard morning to write: Facing a very busy weekend, thinking about preaching tonight in Chattanooga, travel tomorrow, enjoying the fellowship of several hundred people, and not missing the opportunity to spend a moment with each of them! That’s a tall order for slightly less than two days and a couple hundred miles. But, it is worthwhile, and I will enjoy every minute of it. (It will include about 6 sermons by great preachers and enduring my own.)

SIMH—The Prayer —by Celine Dion and many duet partners. It isn’t that I like this song or “prayer,” particularly. It’s one of those from which the music rolling through my head more than the lyrics. It is very well done by all who’ve recorded it. (Perhaps I need to apply the principle behind this prayer to my busy weekend mentioned in the paragraph above.)

I wonder, if I took a poll, how many men get up and 1, have a wife who fixes them breakfast, or 2, fix their own, or 3, leave home having not eaten. There’s more than one reason this interest’s me. I discovered years ago my day would go better if I truly ate a good breakfast. But then, many things entered into our lives and got in the way of that happening every morning, so we made other choices. Although Barb has always risen to the task of fixing me great breakfasts (I never new blueberry muffins existed till after she made them—and I’ve never eaten better than hers!) However, for most of our 27 Texas years I left the house to get breakfast about 5 days a week.

In Texas, in 1986, I didn’t know but a few people so getting out “amongst ‘em” each morning was a way to get to know more, faster. That habit is addicting. It’s as if your world will fall apart if you somehow don’t get to your place at the cafe! At the first I was in a drugstore which had a cafe in the back corner. What a great experience! We had a table for four (a 4-top) and most often had from 3 to 7 guys there. Sooo many good stories from those conversations!

After several years and management changes we sought a better coffee shop and found it downtown. There, we had a 6-top which usually had from 4-10 guys. The last coffee shop we frequented was the best of the bunch, aesthetically. They were each great shops in personality and comfortably, but the last one had easy chairs, straight chairs, central coffee table, and better breakfast foods like muffins, breakfast bars, and yogurts! And wonderful owners and staff who loved us!

Some of the “guys” were at all these locations, but new ones joined in, a few moved away, some came in rarely, a few everyday. I miss that here in NE AL. We lack a good coffee shop atmosphere and good breakfast foods in it. …but not for long. Just heard a substantiated rumor yesterday which says good things are going to be happening here on the food service front! I’m looking forward to it.

There’ll be a few coffee shop stories here from time to time. If I remember it, there’ll be a good one tomorrow.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

4:40 AM started the SIMH of the day. “Barbara Ellen” is an old Scottish Celtic folk song (how old I don’t know) which was first published in a song book in 1840. A version with the same tune is called Barbara Allen and is tied to a much longer poem by the same name. But, it was on my mind this morning and though there was a meeting again of the square table discussion group, it remained in my conscious mind until now (7:20am) while I’m writing the days blog. That’s not a record, but it is a good long time for these songs to hang around. Maybe it’s because Barb once had an old relative who sang that to her as a little girl. She loved playing it on the piano when we first dated, that would be 60 years ago. Whew!

All of us need to examine whether there is something we can do for the East coast (now) flood victims of all that has come after HF. This is the worst flooding I can recall, and I’ve seen some bad flooding, even in a couple of them. One of the floods in Mobile took nearly everything in our house. But, friends arrived to help us and salvaged probably more than we would have left on our own. One friend came into the house, went straight to our closets, carried out arm loads of hanging clothes dirty from flood waters, took them back to her neighborhood and split them up amongst her neighbors and told them to start their washers!—and what needed to be dry cleaned got taken to the cleaners! Amazing help! (this was an unusual lady of “society” attitude you never would have dreamed would have dirtied her hands, yet there she was.)

Another friend rode 165 miles on his motorcycle and spent a day carrying everything salvageable out to trucks and hauling it to where we were moving—more work in one day than I ever saw a man do. At the end of that day, he took a shower (in cold water), got back on that bike and road home, no thanks necessary. He has now gone on to be with the Lord. We were more thankful than could be expressed for this kind of unselfish giving, but it is lovingly tucked away in our memories of him and his family!

A couple of years before that flood, we were in Hurricane Frederick (also Mobile), which blew the front off a restaurant I owned. Two friends, one who has gone to be with the Lord, the other has just this week lost his wife, came down to Mobile one day; tore out the damaged front of the building and rebuilt it with a new design. They, too, did the work in one day and drove back home, a 180 mile drive. Amazing friendship! Terrifically timed help! From friends far away!

In looking and reading about the Carolinas’ coastal towns, the flooded farms and overwhelmed sewerage and other damaged utilities, we should all examine how or if we can help. Who do you know there you can help? (If you don’t have any contact, you might be more hindrance than help, but if you know or have a secondary acquaintance relationship, can you help?)

Remember how the Lord said it is more blessed to give than to receive. But, those who receive welcome you as an angel of mercy, I can assure you.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

A very cool and clear mountaintop “good morning to ya!” I think it was 64deg. when I got up (my weather girl told me that.) Even though we face a pretty hectic week—some sadness —but more joy, there is still time to enjoy the quietness of early morning. It seems to me to be a great advantage with aging that we get up early. Some mornings I want to go back to sleep, but only do about once a week, or so.

This morning’s new information tells us another dear friend in Texas is having some serious health issues and is hospitalized. We’re praying for our friends about their loss and praying for our friends who are hospitalized. We could get seriously busy with our praying.

Speaking of praying, for many years it was an activity of which I remained very unsure. The verse, “The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much” is often misapplied. The verse is in the book of James, which from the outset, shows the words were meant for a small, specific group of God’s people. Yet, since it is about prayer, there is certainly an application for all who are believer’s of the gospel of Christ. (..how that Christ died for our sins, was buried, and was raised again for our justification..believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you’ll be saved.)

In Paul’s letters which are specifically to us today, Paul taught the reasons for and the manner of pray as we should apply and claim an “effectual fervent prayer” result. He writes in Philippians 4:6, Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.

Well, broken down phrase by phrase, this says don’t worry about a thing—talk with the Lord about everything, even if you want to beg—He’ll receive any request! These are tremendously serious instructions! Sounds like, if we just stop there, we can just get God on our side for anything we want! And there are people who believe that! But, wait, there’s a bit more to this instruction. The next verse alters our perspective considerably:

v.7 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Hmm

Now then, if we do the same to this very conclusive verse as we did the previous, just for our understanding of it, it goes like this: the promise of God’s peace is still with you, especially now that you’ve told Him what you want—your heartaches should all be lifted—your mind should be at ease. If you feel the same again, repeat. But, if you don’t feel the urge to pray this request again, don’t beat yourself up about it, but account that the will of the Lord in this matter is to be praised and He is to be thanked for the peace and clear thinking He has granted you.

Maybe thinking about the prayers we offer will be more restful now. After all, Paul’s first prayer explanation said we didn’t really know what to pray for, anyway—see Rom.8:26. That comforts me somehow. Maybe that relieves me unto speaking more freely to the Lord, since I know He knows I’m just a novice at this.

No real clear SIMH this morning. But, some of the words of a song came to me while writing this: “If you want joy, real joy, wonderful joy, let Jesus come into your heart. Your sins He’ll wipe away, your night He’ll turn to day, your life, He’ll make it over anew.”   and so it is.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

Ain’t this a hoot! This craziness of the song in my head every day has hit a new low: as soon as I awoke this morning, here’s what was coming  to mind — “When the evening sun goes down, you’ll find me hangin’ round,   oh, The Night Life ain’t no good life, but it’s my life” — that makes my laugh out loud. Willie Nelson wrote that song and about a week ago, I saw a video of him when he was probably 30 years old, singing a montage of his songs and this was one of them. And this morning, SMH(shake my head), this is the SIMH.

Several life principles were discussed at the B&J square table meeting this morning. I think we’re both tired of people not doing what we want them to do or be what we want them to be! Our conclusion was that the way people act, raise their kids, spend their time, spend their money, and conduct themselves in public is their business, not ours. We’ve known those things were true, but from time to time we just have to rant! Glad we do that at the square table. Perhaps the world could learn something from our talks: mind yourself, and let others mind themselves.

The above paragraph reminds me of another of my Dad’s favorite sayings at the conclusion of a discussion. He would often say, “I think the whole world’s gone crazy but you and me,…and sometimes I wonder about you!” I never knew where he got that line, but after being gone from home a few years I heard other people say that—still don’t know from whence it came; a book, a movie, a song??

We just heard of the death of an old friend, a wonderful & loving lady. She and her family have been very dear to Barb and me since the middle 70s. My first Sunday as a pastor, she and her husband invited me to eat with them before going home. I accepted and when her husband said can you follow me to the house, their son who was 5 years old at the time spoke up and said, “I’ll ride with the preacher!” His dad said you think you can show him the house? And he assure his dad he knew where they lived. So, we got in my car and started to their home. The boy said, “preacher, can I ask you a question?” I said, sure. He said, “Are you saved?” Shocked me! Then, I thought how great is this!! I said yes, would you like to hear my testimony? I can’t remember now if he said yes or no, but heck, I’ve told this story a hundred times! Think of the worth of that for a young preachers’ sake.

Out of a young boy’s mouth comes the things which are important to his parents, generally speaking. So this story tells of how they were conducting their home life; what they were instilling into the minds of their children. The holding to the principle behind the priority of foundational truths. Keeping the the main thing the main thing. All of the above, from a simple question posed by a very young mind. And it speaks to the wisdom of this recently departed lady and her husband. May today’s parents of youngsters cling to these values.

Thanks for reading, the Elder

Well, it is yet another Monday. Almost like Sunday, Monday gets things said about it that the other 5 days don’t have said about them. Monday is like “do-over” or “start-over.” Yet it really is just a continuation of another cycle of time. Time is all the same, it’s what we place into time that is different. So Monday takes its place and stands there sort of a reminder of the worth of our life’s entanglements. As a general application of the rule-of-our-life, it is more valuable than the “restoration” of our Sundays. We’ve come to use Sundays as a more spiritual day which is probably wrong of us. To the Lord which bought us, every day is the same! But, …old habits, right?

Monday is more of a re-evaluation of what we are going to spend our time doing, what the time will render unto us, etc. If your normal work week is closely monitored this week, how do you, at this moment, while you’re reading this—how do you believe you will come out next Sunday? When you re-think this week (next Sunday evening), how will next Monday morning’s re-eval look to you? Now is the best time to determine (set a goal) to have more positive events this week than last, ergo: less negativity.

The morning started with the SIMH: “Precious Lord, Take My Hand”—by a man named Thomas Dorsey (that’s not Tommy Dorsey, the orchestra leader), but also added verses by more than one person, including Elvis. Many people have recorded this great hymn, but I think my mind runs to my Father singing it as he worked than any other.

I have several songs which roll around in my mind when I think of his approach to his workday. I don’t know how often he might have ever done what I suggested in the top two paragraphs, but I do know he was just about 100% positive in his expectations. Never heard him use very many negative tones concerning what he did or was doing. One of his sayings was, “Ah, we’ve got to make it, we’re gonna make it!” —that’s a very positive approach.

It’s interesting, when I come to write about the SIMH each day, I look up the lyricist and that prompts good old Google to find me bunches of versions of the song. So it was today, and good versions of it. What followed on a Gaither video was another of my Dad’s favorites: “What a Day, Glorious Day That Will Be!” And surely it will be.

Well, being a positive Monday is beckoning. Hope you have a great day, week, or for ever what length of time your goals are set. For me, I think it’s going to be a great finish to the year!

Thanks for reading, the Elder