The weather here is getting good with nice cool mornings, low humidity, and a light breeze. Additionally, it is college football season, and the DAWGS are 2-0. This is not to mention that deer hunting season is right around the corner and Bass fishing has just started to get very good here. It’s great to be alive.
My day yesterday began with my friend at the seed store spending about an hour teaching me how to plant my winter food plots by first applying herbicide (in the correct amount), waiting two weeks and then discing the ground, and then use a “do-all” attachment to my tractor to remove dirt clods and smooth it, then distribute the seed with a large spreader, and finally roll it in with a pull along roller half-filled with water. Later one of my neighbors brought over some of his prized creamed corn that he unabashedly claims is the best I will ever taste and green beans that he put up that he told me are out of this world too. Another neighbor has been keeping me stocked up with tomatoes out of his garden and fresh eggs from his chickens, but I cannot take any more because there are just so many eggs one can eat. Yesterday evening another neighbor came over and assembled a small metal laying house where my turkeys can come out of the chicken pen to escape the rain and have a nice place to lay eggs. I tried to help but mostly watched as he deftly assembled it. When I tried to pay him, he acted offended.
What a contrast to the world I see in the news with its hate. I have given up trying to understand the malcontents who seem to be mad at the world. To some, everything is racial, misogynist, homophobic, or whatever. Not in our tiny little town of Bentonia with its 310 people. Tonight, I’m going to a local junior high football game, and then tomorrow night a high school game. I’ll be watching the kids and grandkids of some of my friends perform on the field and cheer. There will be plenty of whooping and hollering going on as parents and others urge them on. I will see most of these same people at church on Sunday or at the buffet after church.
I am fascinated by all of this. God has blessed us with so many things that money and power just cannot buy. It must make Satan’s blood boil to see people content and happy and leading wholesome lives. I know that some of those reading this would likely be bored to tears by the things I hold dear. Kind of like the “Green Acres” syndrome of the Farm vs. NYC. I would imagine that everyone can find a little portion of heaven anywhere they live, even if it means they will need to look hard.
Satan has His strongholds, but so does the Lord. We lived in the Florida Keys for many years, and it is filled with non-stop bars and drugs are rampant, but it didn’t affect us, because there were people we found living there that loved God and the wholesome things of that beautiful place such as its great fishing. We had to exert some effort to find them, but they were there.
If you are living in a satanic stronghold like San Francisco for example you might have to look much longer and harder, but rest assured God has a remnant of His church that can be found all over the world. Seek and you will find. God is searching, how about you?
For thus says the Lord God, “Behold, I Myself will search for My sheep and seek them out.