I am writing in large letters because normal appeared so tiny to me. Yeah? Well, I am not young anymore and normal is unnatural to me on a good day. If anyone reading my posts prefers normal, leave a comment. I dare you! I don't even know if the darn "comment" function works on this blog. Not resentment or anything. This is me writing so of course the words are precious and beyond reproach. But they don't have to be in large text. I am a people pleaser. Let me know. I am also sarcastic so I will either change the size or ridicule your request.
My friend John has lung cancer. Little place on his left lung at the top of the lung. My friend John and his wife Miss B are among my favorite people in all the world. I worked with John for a number of years before I retired. He is about my age...little older. He wears khaki to work every single day. He carries ink pins in his top pocket with one of those plastic pocket protectors inside the pocket. He makes a steady "huh-huh" noise 95% of the time. He is a conspiracy theorist. He is the quintessential gentleman. He loves his wife of over 30 years in a precious and romantic way. He is detail oriented. DETAIL ORIENTED! He loves God and his country. Will defend women with the bravado of one of the legenday knights of King Arthur's court. He will drive anyone absolutely and completely nuts with his convoluted thinking processes. He is old fashioned. He wears real clothes away from work and he is nice looking in his street clothes. He is an accomplished painter, He paints historical scenes of our area. He researches for up to 2 years for accuracy. Very few people even know he paints. Very few people allow themselves to look past the decidedly eccentric ways of my friend John. He is funny. He has very little understanding of the computer creating multiple opportunites for side-splitting laughing moments. He doesn't get what is funny and launches off into a conspriacy theory with wild abandonment, talking to himself when we have long ceased to listen. He is probably a genius. Probably at the high end of the genius level. He had an awful childhood. Crazy mother who put him in an orphanage, orphanage put him into foster care, he put himself on the streets making his own way by the age of 13. God graced John with an awesome, petite woman full of southern grace and charm. They married. They have never had children. They are spectacular. She is a lady through and through. She is John's reason for breathing. John is the product of a sad mischance. John's father looked for all of his children and he found them and raised them and sent them to college. The orphanage would not tell John's father where they had placed him. John did not know this story until about five years ago...Soon enough to meet his dad and to be able to attend his funeral not long afterwards. John drives me nuts. We dig at each other verbally all the time. We laugh and have the best time poking fun at each other. He is the best of the best. He is a square peg in a round hole and I am so grateful. I am so filled with joy for knowing him and his lady love, Miss B. I will be at the hospital when he has his surgery. Of course I want John here but if God has decided to bring His strange and wonderful child home then I will have one more reason to shout with joy when I meet him in our Father's House.
John 14:2
The Message (MSG)
The Road
14 1-4 “Don’t let this throw you. You trust God, don’t you? Trust me. There is plenty of room for you in my Father’s home. If that weren’t so, would I have told you that I’m on my way to get a room ready for you? And if I’m on my way to get your room ready, I’ll come back and get you so you can live where I live. And you already know the road I’m taking.”
Well, since you asked...I like the larger type.
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YAY!
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