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Wanted: Trustworthy Mechanic

We’re in the process of downsizing, and one of the items we decided to shrink was my Rangerpickup. So, I put the word out to my car guy (SIL Sean) and BAM! The big Dodge is gone and a little Ford Ranger is in the driveway. The dude don’t mess around! The Ford is a 2011, and get this… it only has 15, 600 miles on it. I ain’t lyin!

This morning, I took it to have the oil changed and get the tires rotated and balanced. The tires are the factory originals that came on the truck when it was new, and I looked them over good when I… Read the rest of this entry »

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What Do You Want From Me?

Too many times—too much of the time—we wander through our days, feeling only the pain, seeing only the bad things, when there is so much beauty, and so much to be thankful for. Even I, as positive about life as I’ve become, find myself grumbling and blind at times. Forgive me.

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Things Certain

I used to think it was funny when our English lit teacher, Miss Chapman, would try to get us to figure out what a poet was saying–what might be hidden in his words. I always thought the words a poet wrote meant exactly, and only, what they said.Well… I reckon I might’ve been wrong.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man

There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.

That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,

And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

from The Gods of the Copybook Headings ~ Rudyard Kipling

 

The following poem was inspired by Jack London’s short story, The Law of Life. As I read it, I could not help but draw a parallel between the death of the old indian, Koskoosh, to the state of—possibly the dying of—our country.

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Too Much Information!

Sometimes we get overwhelmed by the things of God, and many of those times it’s because we’re confused by too much information. In our desire to know and be close to God, we try to take in too much, it all starts to get jumbled up, and we find ourselves trying to make sense of it, rather than experiencing the joy of it.

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And while they still did not believe it because of joy and amazement, he asked them, “Do you have anything here to eat?” Luke 24:41

 

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Almost Morning

Sometimes, I come across poems and stories I’ve written, and I don’t remember writing them. And once in a while, I read one and think, “Hey! That’s not too shabby for an old hack.

Marbles In My Pocket ~ The Official Blog of Charles L. Mashburn ~ Poems, Short Stories, and random thoughts from the author of "Be Still... and know that I am God"

I’ve been on both ends of this candle, and neither was any fun in the end. And, unfortunately these things often lead to the end.

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Slow Down!

toddler (1)When we were toddlers, we were eager to know everything about everything, and we’d often inadvertently put ourselves in harm’s way. The world was full of things we wanted to know more about, and we wanted to explore it all as fast as we possibly could. Fortunately, there was usually someone watching over us, teaching us, and steering us away from the bad stuff.

We’re much the same when it comes to our spiritual lives; we want to know and understand it all now. But we need to go slow, taking baby steps, until we learn our way around God’s wonderful world.

If we stay focused on God and His love for us, He’ll watch over us, guide us, and protect us. And, He’ll teach us all we need to know, when He knows we’re ready to know it.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. Now that I have become a man, I have put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11

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Beside Myself

About four summers ago, I was driving through the small east Texas burg of Trinity in my old pickup when I suddenly found myself beside myself—in an odd sort of way. A carload of teenage boys had slid to a halt in the lane to my left, and it didn’t take me but a second to realize I was to be their entertainment til the light changed. Read the rest of this entry »

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