Hoppin’ trains on the east side of town Jumpin’ off on the west Playin’ flies and skinners in the sand Just tryin’ to live our best Dippin’, chewin’, spittin’ Walkin’ a country mile Hidin’ in the weeds at the drive-in For a glimpse of Walking Tall Stealin’ golf balls in the dark Cuttin’ ’em open…
Cotton-Pickin’ Time
ChorusNot all the dead are buriedNot all the lost are foundNot every debt is settled When you’re six feet underground First VerseShe met him in the springtimeIt was 1959The Texas summer meltedInto cotton-pickin’ time His smile, it filled the roomHis laugh, it melted frownsShe was seventeen, west Texas QueenHe promised her the Crown ChorusNot all…
A Memorial Day salute to warriors I have known
A Memorial Day Tribute to a couple of friends I have known. They were soldiers once and men of character and fortitude always. God bless their memory.
Triggered by Grace: How the broken make the most beautiful music
Jesus is the artist. You are the instrument. Your life is His song. Make it matter. Make it beautiful in its brokenness. If you must be triggered, be triggered by grace. If you must sing, sing unto the Lord a new song.
Self on a shelf! (Humility and your SELF)
The word “humility” is derived from the Latin humilis, which means “low.” The misconception many have is that humility essentially equates to low self-esteem. Nothing could be further from the truth. Humility is not putting yourself down. It is not false modesty. It is not thinking you are not good enough or that someone else is more worthy. This is not humility at all.
Public Speaking according to the Mad Hatter and the March Hare
Speaking up is what matters. Putting yourself out there, exposing yourself to the critics, the careless, and those who couldn’t care less. You have a message. Deliver it! You have a word. Speak it! If this is your gift, exercise it! If it is a passion, but maybe not a gift, nurture it, develop it.
Teeter-Totters, merry go rounds, and monkey bars prepared my generation for life
Hurrah for the brave men and women of The Greatest Generation! Their wild celebrations after they had won world peace seeded the Baby Boomer Generation (those born in the years 1946-1964), of which I caught the shirttail.