I was country from the day I was born. Born in a little rural town called Cassville at the age of newborn. Raised on a family farm. Learned how to handle a rifle, at the age of 8 – 10 Do not remember the age. I think I was deer hunting alone by the time I was 12.
Hank Junior used to have a real popular song, “A Country Boy Can Survive”; and I do have a shot gun, a rifle and four wheel drive. The four wheel drive is a Ford Super Duty F250.
The farming is my brother’s work now. I live on my grandparents place. It is the place where my Dad was born. The house he was born in is still here. I believe it is over 100 years old. I still use the well that was drilled in the early 1900’s. Not sure of the year, and it is only 30 feet deep.
No! The well does not have the old hand pumper. It does have an electric submersible pump, and still does a fair job of pumping water. Thank the Lord for that every day.
As a Country Boy I have learned my survival is not dependent upon having that shotgun, rifle, or the four wheel drive. My survival is dependent, every day, upon God the Father giving me my next breath of air, and the next beat of my heart. Without Him I would not be living.
My survival is not dependent upon government either. What they give they can take away. Just ask the Native American we have called “Indians”. Yes sir, and Yes Mam. I survive as a Country Boy because the Creator of this Universe, and everything in it has me in His hands.
Thank God I am a country boy.
From the banks of Flat Creek
The new School Year began in Cassville, MO on August 17. I also started driving a different route.
I now drive the Jenkins route, and though I am pretty familiar with the area, since I do live in the Jenkins area, I am finding myself having a bit of trouble with some names of my kids. Remembering their names.
As it is in most communities people move away, and new people move in. There are only about three families I am I am familiar with from my years of living here growing up. One family is cousins, another is nephews, and another is a native of the area. I just remembered a fourth family, and they are distant relatives.
One thing about it; I will not get lost.
I hope all who are reading this have a great new School year, and great days ahead.
From the banks of Flat Creek.
I spent the day yesterday repairing my mower, and finishing up mowing my yard. First of all when I was mowing the evening before the right front wheel fell off. The cotter pin had broke, and thus left nothing to keep it on. So Friday morning I drove into Cassville to get me some new bushings; which go inside the wheel slipping over the spindle/axle; also some cotter pins, and washers. When I arrived back home I fixed the wheel, adding a lot of grease to the wheel and axle and bushings.
Even though I was using a rider the heat was putting a lot of stress on this decaying body, and I took several breaks. If you don’t know – I have about 2.5 to 3 acres that I mow. It was starting to look a bit scraggly, as well as brown from no rain. It still looks brown, but looks much better with it mowed. Anyway, I finished the mowing about 4:15 p.m., and a refreshing, breeze came up, with a little rain shower. I just stood out in it absorbing the falling water. It felt pretty good having the falling rain cool me off After Mowing the yard.
The rain, was what I said it was; just a little shower, because it didn’t last very long, or come down very hard. It wet the ground; until the sun came back out, then it was g-o-n-e.
I thank my Lord and GOD for the moisture, and refreshing that came After Mowing, along the banks of Flat Creek.
Some would think, “Well, You’re the pastor. Of course you would go to church.” I was going to church long before I ever became a pastor. It is really not “Going to Church”; it is going to worship. It is going to worship with others our Lord Jesus Christ; Savior of the world, and Lord and Master of the Universe and all that He has made.
My wife and I attend and are members of Carr Lane Baptist Church, down near the Arkansas and Missouri border in Southwest Missouri. A country church with warm, loving people.
I am thankful today to be returning, because we were gone this past Sunday for our annual family get together. I did get to hear a good sermon last Sunday by my brother in law; my sister’s husband. It was good to be there with all our kids and grandkids; with the exception of one family.
It won’t be long and the wife and I will be getting in the car and heading for Carr Lane to worship. Prayerfully, we worship Him everyday. It is wonderful, however, to join other brothers and sisters in Christ to worship as oft as we can.
Writing from the banks of Flat Creek. God bless you today and everyday.