MY COUNTRY LIFE

If you came to my house… 

You would see: Our front porch that is under construction; it's going to get its roof starting Monday.

I’d probably feed you:   either low-fat tasty stuff or fattening tasty stuff; name your poison.  My family is pretty partial to my noodles.

And offer you this to drink:   We usually have tea and Diet Coke on hand.  But let me know ahead of time and I'll have whatever you prefer.

I’d undoubtedly ask if you’d read:  Any of Mark Rashid's books.  You don't have to own a horse to enjoy his writing.

I’d want to play this music for you:  Iris Dement and Johnny Cash.  Maybe a little Merle Haggard and George Jones thrown in for good measure.  Unless you want me to play my guitar and sing for you:  In that case, I'd sing a couple of songs I wrote ("The Million Dollar Car" or "The Old German Church" or something I wrote about my daughter or my son or a grandson.

I’d want to tell you about:  My horse Blue; my cabin; and how much Jesus has brought me through.

I’d probably suggest a game of:  find the lost steer and bring him home (I may be changing this one from time to time)

I would definitely show off:  My horse, my cabin, and Cliff's tractors.  Oh, and you HAVE to see Sadie catch the Frisbee.

I might get on the computer and show you: Pictures and websites

If it was a long enough visit: we might watch the sun go down, back of my cabin.  And I'd have Cliff drive us down to the Missouri River bottoms so you could see where I ride my horse.

I am adding this one since Kelly said Paula mentioned it!

I would share: my book of poems; take one home, and take some for your friends.  I sold enough early on to cover the cost of publishing, and I'm feeling generous.

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   1Judge not, that ye be not judged.

   2For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

   3And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

   4Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?

   5Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye."

I only hope nobody expects that much perfection from me.

Let the teens (or pre-teens) have their idols without so much fault-finding... would you please?  Or they might end up thinking the world expects that much perfection from them, too. 

What will they do when they find you can't please everybody?   (or anybody)

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