Weekend Crusaders

Well At Least That's What I Call Them. Don't Get Me Wrong, Not Everybody Are Just Weekend Crusader. What I Mean By This Is Those Who Attend Church On Sunday's But Don't Act Christian Like Through Out The Week.
God Has Full Custody Of Me. To Be Honest About It I Haven't Been The Most Perfect Child. I Have Made Some Mistakes And I Am Trying To Do What God Wants From Me. I Have Been Guided By Him And I Have Enjoyed The Journey He Has Taken Me On. Some Of It Has Been Rocky. Some, Smooth Sailing.
My Biggest Weakness Is My Constant Worrying. I Know I Am Not Suppose To Worry When I Put All My Trust In Him. I Have Been Praying About This And He Knows It's My Weakness. I Have Had Many Weaknesses In My Past And With God's Help I Have Over Come Them.
Thank You Lord For Being My GPS In Life.

I Recently Received A Rare Family Item. My Parents Are Currently Downsizing Their Home Preparing For A Move To An Apartment. Since They Have Entered Their "Golden" Years They Decided It To Be The Ideal Time To Find Some Place That Doesn't Require Maintenance. In The Meantime The Decision Of What Goes And What Stays Has Been A Difficult One.
I Decided Early On Not To Be A Buzzard And Swoop Down To Get What Was Being Given. I Have Tried To Be Humble In Anything I Have Requested. A Table Fan With A Mirrored Top Always Stood Out While I Was Growing Up. This Fan Has Been In The Family Since My Parents Became United.
My Father Also Gave Me A Candy Dish That Once Belonged To My Grandmother. I Have No Idea How Long She Had It But I Am Guessing Maybe In The 1940's.
In Addition I Did Request The Old Reel To Reel Tape Recorder That Contained Voices Of Years Past. The Grandfather I Had Never Met. His Clear Audio Is Appreciated By Sitting Here Listening To His Sermons. He Was A Country Preacher Of The Galloway Chapel In Western Indiana. Putting A Voice In Your Ear After All These Years To A Picture You Had Seen Is Priceless.
Listening To The Gaither Trio Before They Became Famous Was An Additional Joy. I Can Remember Sending Audio Tapes To My Uncle Fred And His Family While Growing Up. We Would Exchange Them Throughout The Years. Weddings & Family Gatherings Of People Who Have Passed On Years Ago Are Captured On These Tapes. I Wanted To Preserve My Family History More Than I Wanted Materialistic Items That Have No Special Meaning. They Will Be Passed On To The Next Generation Of Miller's With A Bit Of History Of What They Have Received. I Will Make Sure Who Ever Get's Them Will Appreciate The History Behind Them.

The Forever Building

Have You Ever Wondered How They Can Consider A Mausoleum A Place To Last Forever? Back In The Bible Days A Tomb Made Sense Because It Was All Rock. However The Modern Day Mausoleum Is A Building With A Roof. Yet They Entomb People Inside For Eternity. How Can That Be?
Both My Parents Will Be Placed Inside A Mausoleum. It Makes Me Wonder When This Building Will Reach A Point In Time Where It's No Longer Considered Inhabitable. I Have Yet To See A Building That Was Made To Last Forever. I Suppose I Won't Be Around When That Happens. I Am More Curious Than Anything. Your Thoughts?

You See One Parade You Seen Them All...

I Suppose In Most Cases One Parade Is Like Any Other. As A Child Each Year We Would Get Excited About Going. A Mad Dash For The Candy Being Thrown From The Beautiful Floats Or The Smiling Politicians. Of Course At The Beginning Of Each Parade In Danville The Police And Fire Trucks Were Always An Exciting Start. Lights And Sirens Blaring Hoping To See My Dad Riding Or Driving The Big Fire Truck. Those Days Are Far Gone But The Memory Of It Will Stay With Me Forever.
When My Kids Were Small They Too Were Excited About The Parade. By Then They May Have Caught A Glimpse Of Their Grandfather Riding An Antique Fire Truck With All The Retired Fire Fighters Riding On It. The Beautiful Floats That Took Days To Create. Marching Bands Playing Familiar Songs. Cheerleaders And Pom Poms & Midget Football Players.
I Suppose One Parade Is Just Like Another Unless Someone Special Is In It.
I Can Remember When I Use To Park My Pick Up Truck In An Empty Lot And Could See For More Than A Block Away What Was Approaching. Beckie Took AJ To The Westville Parade This Morning. I Asked Him How It Was And He Just Shrugged His Shoulders. Not Every Child Holds Onto The Precious Memories Of A Generation Before Them. If There Is Good Enough Reason To See Another Parade I Suppose I Would Go. In The Meantime Labor Day Festivities Are A Complete Waste Of My Time And Energy. Labor Day Was Created To Salute The Men And Women Of Union. I Am Sad To Say That Word Someday May Be Extinct. As I Get Older And The More I Read, The Unions Are Not Like They Once Were. When One Union Became Unsuccessful In Working Out An Agreement With Management A Strike Would Be Imminent. To Show Solidarity Nobody Crossed The Picket Lines. Other Unions Would Show Support By Not Patronizing The Business Of Striking Workers. One Day That Will All Be A Memory.
In The Meantime We Can Celebrate It As An End To Summer Time Activities. School Is Back In Session And Fall Is Fast Approaching. The Covered Bridge Festivities Will Be A Bountiful Reminder That Winter Is The Next Season To Come. Here In The Midwest That's Not Exactly Anything To Look Forward To. If It's Too Obvious About My Opinions Of Winter Time Then So Be It. There Are Times I Wish I Was A Bear. Go Into Hibernation In November And Awake In Late March.