Faith

When returning on a hitch- hiking trip to Texas A & M College (1950), a motorist dropped me off in Nacogdoches at the intersection of Highway 7 and Highway 21. “Thumbing a ride” was pretty easy back then and in a few moments' two elderly ladies in a new Buick stopped to give me a ride. When I rushed to the car and tried to open the back door, one of the ladies let her window down a few inches and said, “You’re not going to hurt us, are you?”

I am blessed beyond measure. The card says...

“….you’ll have treasure in heaven..” Luke 18:22 Gordon was San Augustine Texas’ finest truck farmer. He farmed in the Patroon Creek bottom and occasionally on the old Horne place. He taught me to drive a tractor, tie turnip greens with bear grass and know when a watermelon is ripe.

It seems the world is upside down. Smirks and stares from three unexpected elderly women, gave way to opening a new gate. Welcome to the world of unfulfilled dreams. The bitterness rivals the resentment exercised as a mastered skill.

This is one of my Pocket Prayers: “Lord... It’s me again....