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Nov. 10, 2018:

carole singersYesterday, I went to the grocery store to pick up a few items–bread, milk, etc.–and when I walked in, I heard them, and then saw them. Three young women—one with a ukulele, singing Christmas songs. They weren’t bad, but not that good either. Someone had obviously told them they sounded “just like” Lady Antebellum. To say the least it was irritating, so I quickened my step and hurried toward the other side of the store. They followed me. No, really.

So! l ducked down the bread aisle, where things went from bad to worse. I tried to grab a loaf of bread as I went and, of course, wound up with a “loaf” of something one molecule above rice cakes. Didn’t care, and only discovered after I got home that it was some kind of 98 grain (none of which were flour), gluten free, no sugar, no salt, no ANYTHING, organic “loaf?” What? If it’s not bread, don’t put it in the bread aisle!

They found me. I looked back as they were turning down the aisle, singing, “All I Want For Christmas is YOU”. They seemed to be shouting now, and their eyes were glowing. Smoke was coming from the ukulele strings! When I turned to flee, the aisle was completely blocked by carts, each of which had a little old lady behind it. They were all glaring at me like I’d yelled BINGO and was only playing with one card! I was trapped!

I must have blacked out.

As I stood in my kitchen, reading the ingredients list on the crushed loaf of whatever it was, wondering where it had come from, the doorbell went, doo-oon-guuh. I really need to fix that.

One of the policemen—there were four of them, two waiting at the curb, probably in case I tried to make a run for it—was very understanding—he had a great smile—and said no charges would be filed by the store if I’d go back and pay for the loaf. His partner said it would also probably be a good idea if after that I stopped at the music store and picked up a ukulele. He said the owner of the one I’d run over with my pickup—several times—would probably be willing to drop the assault charges if it was a premium model. He said the Santa hat she’d been wearing had saved her from serious injury.

I’m not gonna shop at that store again until after New Years.

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Wherever You Are

This one is a bit of a rambling write, but I think y’all (especially my fellow wanderers) will get the gist of it.

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"

We lived in a little out-of-the-way place on Lake Travis called Spicewood Beach forwherever you are almost ten years, and though some days were awesome (the majority of them), some were better than others, some were not so good, and some were pretty bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time.

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Just A Boy! It’s Here!

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It Will All Be Good

My dad was an angry, confused man, and he took his frustrations out on those around him—especially his family. But sometimes… he was good. One recent morning, I had a revelation: my dad at some point in his life accepted Christ as his savior, and therefore, based on the grace of God, he’ll be waiting for me in heaven, and neither of us will remember the bad.

clouds and mountains quote

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4

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I’m Your Huckleberry ~ 8-18-11

Still works for me! Y’all be blessed, ya hear!

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 will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust. Psalm 91:2

Some contend it is important to say things of the Lord. I agree to an extent, but I’m not so much into it as a ritualistic type thing.

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We Shine

Have you ever seen something you’ve seen many times before, and suddenly it looks different? Maybe it’s the way the light hits it. That obviously happens. A table that looked clean the day before, looks dusty when the morning light lays across it.

The light of God’s love shows things as they truly are. I cringe at the thought, wondering how I must look when God’s light shines on me. But then I remember, He loved me even before I knew Him, and I realize His love is much the same as that morning light, and things are not as I thought they were. They’re better. Because though some of the dust remains, in His eyes… we shine.

Ray of Light, India 2005

This is love: not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 1 John 4:10

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Sweet Freedom

I love this story! It brings back a feeling of freedom from the wonder years of my youth. There were some bad times–sometimes some really bad times, but I choose to dwell on and remember the awesome good things. By the way, “Just A Boy” is with the publisher and will probably hit the shelves around the first of October.

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"

boy on bikeThey paved the streets in our neighborhood the summer before I started fifth grade, and a year later found me racing down the middle of Fourth Avenue going nowhere in particular, the whir of my bike’s tires on the smooth blacktop humming a one note song. It wasn’t even six o’clock—Saturday morning—and it seemed as though I was the only person in the world. I was free! No rules, no limits, no worries and no fears.

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