MONDAY, APRIL 13/2026

It is Monday again! Wow, I know I sound like a broken record, but danged if these Mondays ain't coming so close together it is like a town so small that both city limit signs are on the same post! Okay, let me start: My youth was right there, right there where I left it, I was done with it, thinking I would never miss it. So many of those I loved, have gone on ahead, they were just here, seeming just while ago, it can't be, that must not be right. Behold, old things have passed away, and all things are new, but Lord can't you gift me with just a bit more of the old? New things are for the young, we long for days we see dimly in the flicker of the tiny flame that lights our brain now. Take us back Father, or bring the past forward that we might once more wallow in the love of it all. I long for a nose that can smell fresh hay far away, or the ozone smell a thunderstorm leaves for us to remember it by, the smell of warm roofing tar, or fresh asphalt. Give me eyes that can see back in time, such that I might see the faces once more, and ears to listen in, to eavesdrop on our own history. Give me back their voices once more, such that they never again fade away, I want the things they said and the way they said them. What could it hurt? I'm not asking You to steal, Father, they were once mine, you gave them to me, I want them back, surely that is no sin to want them restored unto us. I don't look back longingly on the bad things, like Lot's wife did, I just want the good things, those seen by You as wholesome. I am asking You to return unto me the gifts you made to me then, for in that life and times that I did not intuit their value. I was a child and therefore I spake as a child, and saw as a child, and heard as a child. Father I understand, really I do, I know you could do these things that I ask, and I know you hold back from it for my own good. Just forgive me for the wanting of it all. I covet not the property or memories of others, just those of my very own, that I once held in my hand. Is it sinful to covet my things as if they belonged to another? Is it not human to ask things of such a God as you? It is as natural as the frost of a chilly morning. I have hopes that it is not only me who covets my own past...do you covet yours? Now and then I like to write something that matters, that prods you to think fewer shallow thoughts. Maybe I did so today, if not, I will continue trying. I must go now, thank you and God bless.

NUMBERS 6: 24-26 KJV

we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me