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Mud Puddles for Men!

A summary of my day. The rain she came and covered the fields to overflow. The boys came to play as is the nature of a boy to find every puddle possible while slipping and sliding to accomplish the fullest covering and merger with the earth and water possible – let us be merging the necessary ingredients of sustaining life in it’s original design. But mother God had more – she sent her breath across the fields whipping up the wind to create a soup no one could escape.

As the day drew on the rain ceased and the wind increased! Blown away by the intense activity of joys growing into men unashamed by majesty and power of nature that embraced them. A muddy mess it was that feed my soul for the hope and promise of sustaining new life in the image of it’s creator rather than in the confusion the self centered and appointed elitist would limit God’s gift of  time! Thank you Lord!!!! I think i bled mud! Here’s some mud in yer eye! Ha ha I wanna play too!!men to this world. I never saw so many boys playing in the mud at the same

Dear Snowflakes

Dear Snowflake; You know who you are! You gorged yourself with the idealism of the world enlarging yourself in the process of your up and down formation ultimately being elevated to the top of a pedestal before beginning your necessary fall. Each and every snowflake is uniquely created pure and white as the snow. Gracefully you float on the wind bringing beauty and sparkle to all to who are able to see and behold. In the excitement of your creation you became so filled with your beauty the purpose of your creation, your true destination is not your problem.

Oh yea, an encounter with the reality of the world below with the real possibility of being collectively gathered with your friend snowflakes into a frozen ice prison or a more rapid reality encounter with an enemy of the human kind. The most feared end – the warm of the human touch which can assure instant death for a snowflake and the rapid transformation into the source of your beginning.

The formation of all life –> water –> the breath of God passing over the well spring of new life for every creature. Water that can quench the greatest thirst of one dying in the desert of life or of another in need of being washed clean from the grime and dirt the forsaken collect on life’s journey as they pass through the valley of darkness anxiously looking for some source of light and the possibility of new life. Oh dearest snowflake, never ever become discouraged for without your beginning the ultimate hope of the redemption of lost souls is not possible.