Loved the Post. Its so true. A true measure of a mans success in live should not be how much he can afford to pay for his shoes but how much Joy he feels. I truly believe a person of very modest means can be richer in every sense of the word if his Joy comes from having the Lord in his life, not from the amount he can pay for his shoes. I believe the same can be said of ones surrounding, a man in prison who knows the Lord can know more real Happiness and Joy then the man who lives in a Mansion and only finds his happiness chasing the almighty dollor. Keep the posts coming.
Hey Bill, It's Kim, from many years ago. Sue told me about your blog, so I try to look at it from time to time. Just got a computer that works, finally,, for x-mas, so I started reading your blogs. Just read your opinion on a subject, an understand now why we were never able to truly get it going in the right direction?? Although you were not responsible for all, maybe half of that failure, some things are out of our hands, not meant to be, but was so sure it was at the time. But I do have my memories, and that's all I have to say about that.
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I will venture that the story is an allegory for drug use/addiction/overdose? Let me know if I am wrong.
Keep up the writing!
It's Kim, from many years ago. Sue told me about your blog, so I try to look at it from time to time. Just got a computer that works, finally,, for x-mas, so I started reading your blogs. Just read your opinion on a subject, an understand now why we were never able to truly get it going in the right direction?? Although you were not responsible for all, maybe half of that failure, some things are out of our hands, not meant to be, but was so sure it was at the time. But I do have my memories, and that's all I have to say about that.