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March On

March weather in east Texas is almost as unpredictable as a writer’s mood. It can go from hot to cold quicker than a fleeting thought. When I opened the plantation shutters to let some light in this morning, the cold air rushed past the slats like I’d turned on the A/C. I thought maybe I should close them, but figured, what the hell, let the heater run. Next week the windows will be open, and the gas bill will even out by the end of the month. The older I get, the less these things seem to matter. It’s almost always the same temperature in the house, and there’s nothing going on outside that can’t wait for a better day.

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Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.  Philippians 4:11
 

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That’s Enough

I’ve heard it said, “The key to happiness is to not want anything,” and I’ve decided it’s true regarding all things.

For instance, when I write encouragements, I often lament the fact my books and posts are not widely, favorably received. I want my words of encouragement to have a positive effect on as many people as possible, and when it seems they don’t, I’m disappointed.

Recently, while contemplating the situation, I asked myself, “How many is enough? One? Ten? Fifty? Thousands? Millions?” I’ve decided the answer to the question is, “Yes.” For you see:

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I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. Philippians 4:11

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A Promise Comes

For some reason this poem came to mind this morning. I wrote it in 2006 but it seems appropriate I should share it again today, the day after Labor Day.

I was taught at a very young age: Never give up. Never quit.

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A Promise Comes

 

The sunburnt harvest moon slowly rises

on the porch

Picture courtesy of Google Images

In the east on this late day in fall

A gentle breeze moves the porch swing

In the distance a whippoorwill calls

 

The neighbor’s dog down the way barks

While lightning bugs blink in the yard

Serenity wraps ‘round us like a shawl

‘tis forgotten that life is so hard

 

From the children’s room, soft giggles

As they play with their simple toys

Their lives are filled with struggles

And yet, they hang on to their joy

 

In evening dim we dream of olden times

The way it used to be

To go and come and just walk about

In a place called land of the free

 

We rise each day and do our work

As to the Lord, and not as to man

Doing as we are told to do

Singing hymns, we work the land

 

We know not if our wait be long

But know alone, we won’t carry this load

And soon we’ll rejoice and praise our Lord

A promise comes down the dusty road

 

Copyright © 2006 C. Mashburn

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Envy With Green

Many of us tend to always think the grass is greener in the neighbor’s yard. Well, I can tell you of a time when I didn’t have to worry about that, and it was NOT fun! Read the rest of this entry »

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