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GOOD THINGS

By      Everett Christian,    WC Poet   

 
 
GOOD THINGS
Friday, September 17, 2010
 
 
GOD SPEAKS TO US THROUGH HIS HOLY WORD
 
11 The Lord gives his people strength.
      The Lord blesses them with peace
- Psalm 29:11(New Living Translation).
 
 
 
GOD'S PROMISE TO US FROM HIS HOLY WORD
 
 8 God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. 9 Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it. 10 For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.  - Ephesians 2:8-10(New Living Translation).
 
 
 
A QUOTE
 
You're missing the truly important stuff if you're never off the cell phone.
- David J. Stipech -
 
 
 
THOUGHTS TO REMEMBER
 
In the pot of life, if you want to keep cooking, you have to keep stirring.
- From Reminisce Magazine -
 
The longest distance between two points is an unfamilar shortcut.
- From Reminisce Magazine -
 
 
 
NOTES
 
Today has been a sunny day with high temperatures around 90 degrees.  I had lunch with Charley, then I went by the post office and then to Walmart to fill my van with gasoline and buy cat food and some more items.  If you read "My Answer" by Billy Graham that I send out most every morning you will notice this morning that I put in the subject line "Good Things."  Well, that is not too far off from correct because his answers are good things.  I sat out with the cats this evening until dark.  I want to tell you a story about a cat tonight but it will be in the next paragraph.
 
The cats are fine.  Rascal was lying on his back here in the floor a little while ago.  That is the picture for tonight.  Some of you wanted to know how I got Rascal.  Some of you already know.  About a month and a half after Flonnie went to Heaven I was sitting here in the den one Sunday night.  I had put some left over fried chicken in the floor by my chair for the cats when they would come by.  I happened to look down at the bowl of chicken and there was a strange kitten eating the food.  He looked to be about a month or so old.  I said "Where in the world did you come from?  I don't need another cat."  The cat door was open like it aways is so my cats can go in and out as they please.  After the kitten had eaten a while I took him outside so he could go back to where he came from.  It wasn't a minute until he was back inside.  At that time I had two or three cats that Flonnie had called outside cats and made them sleep on the back porch at night.  That is where I put this little Rascal.  Treva came down to visit and she would pick up the kitten and he would always be purring.  I told Treva that I should give the cat away because I had enough cats.  I called around to see if the vets would take the kitten to give it away.  They said a kitten had to be in perfect health to be given away.  This kitten had a large stomach and it appeared to have an eye infection.  I took the kitten to Dr. Richardson and he immediately said the kitten had round worms which was causing the large stomach.  He confirmed that the kitten had an eye infection.  He said he would like to keep the kitten a day or two and treat it.  After a day or two I picked up the kitten and by that time I had decided to keep him.  On Memorial Day week-end my daughters were visiting and we went to the cemetery to place flowers on Flonnie's grave.  Treva and I were sitting at the foot of one of the large monuments that are scattered throughout the cemetery.  She said, "Dad do you remember at Mom's funeral that I had Earnest (the minister who preached the funeral) tell the audience that Flonnie was leaving behind 9 felines to keep Dad company."  I said "Yes, I remember."  She said "The thought came to me at that time that Mom was going to send you another cat."  Then it dawned on me that Flonnie had sent me that cat.  Treva was already thinking that.  We had named the cat Rascal.  As I so often write in the Good Things, Rascal is always coming in to get a bite of food here on the desk and we butt heads.  When he has been out a while and comes in he always finds me and I pet him.  Some of you will have no problem believing that Flonnie sent Rascal and some of you might be a little skeptical (Rascal just came in to check on me and is now lying at my feet).  The reason that Rascal had something wrong with him when he came was so I wouldn't give him away.  Just remember that all things are possible to them that believe.  I have previously told you about Flonnie walking down the street on May 20 of this year dressed in a beautiful light green pant suit and waving to me.  She was young again.  That's my story for tonight.
 
At 11:05 p.m. skies are fair with a temperature of 80 degrees.  I will see you tomorow if the Lord is willing.
 
In Christian Love, Everett.  
 
 
 
 
Posted to Religious by Que Clingerman @ 8:09 am EDT

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