It is the Fourth of July…

…Once again.  It is wonderful to remember the birth of our Nation, her heroes, her victories, and even her failures.  Yes we have had some failures, and hopefully we will or have learned from them; though I am not so sure about the D.C.er’s .  That could mean Debilitated Criminals or it could be District of Columbia.  You take your pick.

We will be gathering in a few hours down at the Ole Swimming Hole of the Blankenship family, along the banks of Flat Creek; not quite one half mile, down stream from our house.

Last July I wrote a post about “Survival” and told you I had a rifle and knew how to use it, but I did not have a four wheel drive or a shotgun. Well, now I have a four wheel drive, and I someday I will get a shotgun.  With God’s help and by His grace we survive whatever evil, the devil, the world, and the chastisement of the LORD comes our way.

Have a wonderful celebration today.  Remember from whence you came, and from whence your freedom came.  Thank the LORD for our soldiers, who have fought, bled and died that we might be free; however, even more thank the LORD for giving us FREEDOM.

-Tim

About an Inch

In the past 13 hours we have received about 1 inch of rain.  What a blessing it is.

As I write this post the sun has not yet risen here near the site where the old Blankenship mill used to stand, and looking out the window seeing the silhouette of the trees along the creek banks; I am thankful for the rain the Lord has sent our way.

It may be just an inch, but my what good that inch of water does for the soil, the grass, crops that are nearing the time of harvest.  It just adds a refreshing mood to the air. I believe that the rain cleanses the air as well.  My what a wonderful Creator we have; the way He has designed, and formed all things to do His will.  Of course, with the exception of one.  One who brought chaos through sin into the world; and I don’t speak of the devil.

I won’t get into a doctrinal discourse; that is not my purpose here.

The rain reminds me of the wondrous grace of GOD.  An undeserved blessing on the banks of Flat Creek.

-Tim