Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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serious self-reflection and earnest inquiries about being a functioning human

It is in the flow 6:14 AM Wednesday morning. Outside it is raining. I thought I heard birds this morning. When Spring arrives one can hear all the time the chatter of birds. Birds know it is the time to mate. I often wonder where our flock of sparrows build their nests that come to our bird feeder. Soon we will see baby birds by our feeder waiting for their parents to feed them. The cycles of life continue as the world plunges into chaos.

I got up this morning around 5:29 AM. I woke up at the end of a dream. The last thing I remember about this dream was taking a paper plate of food to a truck. I got this food from a kitchen where a African American family lived. They were having dinner, but did not invite me but left me alone in their kitchen. As this family was eating in a dining room I was in the kitchen and decided to quietly leave out the back door. Before I left though I got a paper plate and filled it with food and walked to my truck. I then woke up and decided it must be Time to face another day of my very important life. There must be a solid reason I am living since everything that takes place in the cosmos is ordered by the King of Glory the Lord Jesus Christ. If you do not believe me read the last book of the New Testament.

So I got up let Rudy out of his crate and made a pot of oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. Now I am writing in my blogs about my typical American life. I do believe President Obama loves America. I think deep down Americans do love their country in-spite of its decadence. We are a super power in the world. But does it matter any more that American spends trillions on military defense and we are slowly rotting.

I have no plans for the day ahead of me. Carol will come home from work and sleep all day. Since I got up so early this morning I might take a nap sometime during this day.

Last night I read a book titled, "Quicksands" A Memoir by Sybille Bedford. I recently ordered a novel by Sybille Bedford titled, "A Legacy". I read this memoir till I got sleepy last night.

I do not know what I will read this morning. I should read something spiritual this morning. I need to keep my brain in heavenly realms.

Well I will close to make a fresh pot of coffee and write in my paper diary. There is no way out.

"[7] But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.
[8] Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.
[9] After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
[10] Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
[11] Give us this day our daily bread.
[12] And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
[13] And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen." Matthew 6:7-13

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