This morning I praised God.
This evening I questioned Him.
This morning I sat with the sunrise and read His Word.
This evening I sat on a stump and cried real tears.
This morning I sang, “Standing on the Promises.”
This evening I sang, “Nobody Knows the Troubles I’ve Seen.”
Join with me :Nobody Knows the Troubles I’ve Seen.
Nobody Knows (Go deep now) My Sorrows.
It’s only further evidence of my self-diagnosed Manic Depression. Or Bipolar Disorder if we are politically correct. And mustn’t we be? Of course in 2011, we must be politically correct. That’s another thing that really burns my butt. When did we become such sissies?
But enough of that. Let’s get back to me and my state of sissydom. Because really, isn’t it all about me?
Me? I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It’s nothing, really.
No one is dead. No one is hurt. Everyone is fine and dandy. Except for the horse who cut up her foot.
It’s only a molehill turning into a mountain.
It’s just a few more straws added to the camelette’s back.
But the camelette is still standing. She’s one tough camelette, married to one tough camelot.
Just telling you about it helps me, so if you don’t mind me whining for just moment, I’ll digress.
I’m feeling much better now.
Thanks for listening.
On a lighter note, I took my niece and a friend to the Amarillo zoo today because it’s free.
The only trouble with going to the zoo on Free Monday is all the other poor folk are out as well. It makes a person wonder why they have the animals caged and the humans roaming free. I think it should be the other way around at the zoo on Free Monday. Some places just attract people that make you go hmmmmmm.
I chose a terrible time of the day to arrive at the zoo. Right smack dab in the heat of it. So the animals laid around in the shade and didn’t give 2 squirts of owl crap about the homo sapiens staring through their wire, generating strange primal sounds cleverly thinking they sound like one of their kind just to get a tail to wag or an eye to blink. My niece’s friend stated, “They just ignore us!”
Come to think of it, the animals are depressed. And why shouldn’t they be. What a miserable existence lying in a small confined space when they know they were born to be wild.
Join with me now: Born to be wiiiiilililild.
After the zoo, we stopped at a strip mall, where I bought the book “Heaven is For Real.” Can’t wait to start that. Ashy and her friend bought Bubba teeth and plastic flutes that very nearly got flung out the window on the ride home.
And now I’m home while my husband is broke down in Amarillo. But not to worry, his brother is on his way to pick him up, and pull his truck to a mechanic.
Nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen.
Supper’s not been cooked.
Nobody knows my sorrow.
But soon he’ll be home.
Sometimes I’m up and sometimes I’m down.
And give each other a tight bear hug.
Sometimes I’m almost to the ground.
And all will be right with the world.
I love you and this blog! Call me if you need an ear. Lord knows I can be manic and depressive with the best of ’em….:) for some odd reason your songs aren’t stuck in my head, but Happy Trails is……
I’m so with ya, Jolea … love this blog! and pretty fond of the young lady who finds a way, every day to make me ponder my own life and always brings a smile to my face (sometimes an outright belly jiggly chuckle) like with “two squirts of owl crap” !!! That’s a new one for me! You’re just the best,Angel, so keep on keepin’ on!! Time to go to bed now and I’ll probably be keeping my darlin awake humming “no body knows the trouble I’ve seen” He’ll be thanking you for that, I’m sure! Until next time .. Donna H.
Thank goodness tomorrow is a brand new day!! On the brighter side…you will love your new book! I read it not too long ago and couldn’t put it down. Talk about something that will lift your spirits and make you look at things in a whole new light!! Enjoy:)
Started reading my book last night. Couldn’t put it down.