Faith

The Hot Line

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by Louise Bishop I noticed that my carport floor, had a problem. I have carpet instead of concrete. I couldn’t afford the concrete for the floor. So, we installed this “poor man’s concrete.” Cast off carpet. Not fit for a house, but perfect for this. It keeps our shoes clean. This, in turn, keeps the car and the house clean. But, now it has a tunnel in one side of it. It is large enough for a small animal to crawl into. I hope it is not one, though. I pulled the carpet over, taking the burrow out. I hope this will fix the problem.
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Fincher’s Corner

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Years ago… I received an email from my friend John Gooch saying he’d just returned from a team roping event in Athens, Texas. “While I stood with hundreds of others for the invocation, I realized that this was one sport that has always begun with a prayer,” he said. “Standing with all those men and women with their heads bowed and hats in their hands, took me back to less politically correct times when prayers in public were the norm and not the exception.”
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Welcome Integrity

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Nighttime has its magical appeal when the deep blue sky is lit by millions of stars… million of miles apart. I love how some glisten, some twinkle, and some sparkle like the notes of a harp caressing the wavy wind. Their lights embellish the bluish ness of azures.
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Fincher’s Corner

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Years ago after working in the garden and piddling in my gun shop, I came in to check my email. As I was reading it, I noticed a fly had flown into my half-filled glass of water. He was one of the bad ones (the green ones)…the kind that hang around carcasses and filth.