Oh, I guess I feel like writing again.  I have been so inconsistent with my writing lately.  I felt like I was just writing in my blog...just to be writing in my blog.  So, I just stopped all together.  And this might be how it is from now on.  I might not write for another week.  Or I might write three in one day...who knows.  My life is a little sporadic right now. 

The one thing that is NOT sporadic (and I am not even sure that is the way you spell that word) is my butt whippings.  Yes, I am getting my butt whipped by my wife in fricken TROUBLE every single night.  At first, I thought it was  a phase...yea, she won a few games in a row.  I have been on that kind of streak before.  But after a full week of losing about two or three games a night, I am starting to wonder about my gaming skillz.  Is she THAT good?  Or am I that bad?  How much skill does it take to win a game of TROUBLE anyway?  She is not only beating me, she is destroying me.  She beats me so bad that I leave the night wondering what my purpose in life is.  She spanks me so hard, my butt is actually, physically sore when we get done.  Wow!  If you read that last sentence and not any other one, you might think I am some kind of freak or something.  I am a Scorpio, but I am not talking about sex.  I am talking about getting cremated by my wife in TROUBLE.  Ughhh.  How many more games in a row can she seriously win?  How many?

I am glad that I am not turning to victory to lift my spirits.  Geesh.  I would be lower than dirt right about now.  I have turned to GOD these last few weeks.  I mean, I was already facing HIM, I just have relied on HIM more and more.  I am in a bind.  I need HIM to bring me out of this one, before it gets too late.   The funny thing...I know HE will. 

Alright Saints...that is right...you are all saints...whether you know it or not...halleluyah.

Bless me indeed and enlarge my territory.  Keep your hands on me and keep me from my enemies so that I may cause no pain.  halleluyah.

Keep it Natural.

Dear Lord,

I write an open letter to you.  I guess it is a prayer, but an open letter sounds different.  It sounds like I am coming at you at a different angle.  It sounds like I am changing and want to reach out to you a more sufficient way.  Prayer is the best...but my prayer life is not the best.  It ain't where it used to be, but it is NOT where it should be.  Maybe if I call this a letter to you, it will reach you in time to save me.  Maybe if I send it UPS or even better Fed Ex, it can be returned back to me with a response of hope and blessings.  I need to receive that hope and blessings from you, Lord.  No matter how it comes.  I need it.

For some odd reason, I am becoming to enjoy the after effects of sin.  Not really...but kinda.  I mean, my sins have led me to extreme levels of guilt and desperation.  I have felt like jumping off the end of a cliff on days after.  But, lately, I have taken these sins as signs.  It means that I have to step closer to GOD.  I go for a period of loving the LORD wholeheartedly and for a second or two, I take a few steps back and get my sin going.  I get my mind thinking of this world and not of the Lord.  And then I do things that I regret and hate.  But, then, because of my guilt, I delve deep back into the word.  I absorb everything that I walked away from two days earlier.  I read the Bible more.  I pray more.  I hope for days of no sin...more. 

Of course, that is not going to happen.  I am always gonna sin.  Ughhh.  I hate that.  But, maybe I can use it to my advantage.  Maybe, I can still get closer to GOD.  I don't have to sin as much as I do, obviously.  I can take a chill pill on that.  But, when I do slip.  When I do fall...I can prayerfully fall back into the arms of my Savior.  I can fall back on HIS word.  I can fall back into the church.  I can fall back into the places that I need to be.  And then I can grow even stronger.  HE will save me.  He will lead me away from all of this bullcrap.  This world...I hate.  I long for Heaven.

This world is nothing but a test.  I have learned that and re-learned that in Purpose Driven Life twice now.  I need to make a memorial to stick that fact in my head.  It is a test, a trust and shoot...something else.  I just read it, too.  But, whatever the point.  I am not living here in this world.  I am just passing through.  This is not my home, my car, these are not even my clothes.  I am borrowing these things from the Lord.  Once I die, I can't take these things with me.  Nope, some one else will have this house.  Someone else will have the parts from my car.  So, why am I tripping?  If I know that this is a temporary assignment by GOD, one that I need to pass, to get to the true home, why am I tripping?  I need to be on my best behavior.  I am just hanging on here to get to Heaven.  I shouldn't be complaining.  For in a minute, this part will all be over.  I should e rejoicing.  I should be celebrating.  I should be the happiest guy on earth.  I should be telling the whole world.  No one should see me down, cause if they knew what I knew...ohhh, halleluyah. 

I need to walk with the Lord.  And my little time here on this earth should be used for nothing but HIM.  I should make people smile.  I should laugh more with folks.  I should share the GOOD NEWS.  I should be a cheer-er upper.  There are so many things, I should be doing.  I should not be walking with my head down.  I should NOT be discouraged.  I should not be dismayed.  I know these things are gonna happen.  But, I should bounce back like a a man on a trampoline.  Halleluyah.  I should be jumping for joy.  Yes, Lord. 

Alright, lemme go. I must go beat my wife in TROUBLE and then read the Bible, then pray...again.  And then get back on this computer and promote for THIS THURSDAY.  Halleluyah.  

Oh by the way, does anyone know how to shrink a video file?  I have been trying to upload KRISPY KREME on YOUTUBE since 1912.  Someone help me.

Bless me indeed and enlarge my territory.  Keep your hands on me and keep me from my enemies so that I may cause no pain.  Halleluyah.

Keep it Natural.