Author: E.Y. Redal

Why Are We Here?

I woke up this morning with that question, only the question on my mind was “Why are you here?” I figured that must be the question all of us have at one time or another so I ask all of you the same.

God made each of us for a purpose and he gave each of us the tools to complete that purpose. He did more than that. He gave us trees that bloom and those that stay green all of the time. He gave us fruit to grow and eat. He gave us water to drink and oceans to look at, travel on and eat its produce. He also gave us mountains to dream upon and climb. He produced land where we can see for miles and farmers can grow our grains and let their cattle grow fat and good for us to eat.

There is too much to mention so the question looms, “Why are we here?”  Have you followed His purpose, have I? God has given us much. Yet we have used up all the land, cut down his trees, and thought all of this is for me! The Bible says we are here to glorify God. That’s what he wants and how do we do that? He loves us and we must love him back. We must worship him and thank him for everything he has given us no matter what! I must worship him and thank him for my two husbands who were good to me for many years before they died and my two little sons who died before they had a chance to live, all because he wanted me to fulfill his purposes for me.

It is good to ask this question. many of us have thought only about ourselves. We have worshipped the god of money or entertainment. We must know that God gave his son, Jesus, so that all our sins can be forgiven, so why not start today to ask for forgiveness for all that is wrong in our lives and start anew with God and his Son. Just ask that question, “Why am I here?” and you will find the answer and you will find out that you have somehow forgotten God.

 

A Visit To The Fourth

Did you have a good fourth of July? I did. I thought It would be a quiet one. One family was at Lake Tahoe, I was pretty sure another family was at a dog show somewhere and the other family lives at Rio Rancho, New Mexico so I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be here. And the weather was hot! So I put on my coolest clothes that still covered me up. I didn’t want my 80+ figure to show too much! I began to watch the Hallmark Christmas movies and expected that to be the exciting fourth of July!

My son, who lives with me said, “I’m going to grill some brats around five o’clock if it isn’t too hot out there.”

I thought that was fine, but in late afternoon my dog show family turned up and in early evening we had a full fledged barbecue in our back yard. They had brought chicken to grill and potato salad plus quit a few pieces of firework for later.My son make a great salad and we had the brats and buns and drinks.

After the barbecue we sat around my pond and talked. That was nice because they are always at dog shows with their three dogs whenever my daughter isn’t at work and my two grandchildren aren’t at school so I don’t get to see them as often as I would like. When it got dark enough we all headed for a safe place to set off our fireworks. I hadn’t monkeyed around with them since one of those “snakes,”I think they call them, took a run after me and hit me right between my legs! The crotch of both my slacks and my panties were burned, to say nothing about my skin! But I was game to try it again.

There is nothing so beautiful as watching my grandchild running and jumping with sparklers in hand! Her eyes were sparkling as much as the sparklers. My daughter said I looked as happy as a child. In fact, she told her daughter to take my picture. I really enjoyed the beautiful lights she put into the sky. It was almost 11 o’clock when it was time to clean up the mess we had made.

We broke up our party around midnight and, although I was very tired, I thought it was the best fourth of July ever. Now is the time we must save our country. Let’s all wake up and work together on bringing back the country we once had. The freedoms we once enjoyed are quickly disappearing, Maybe our fourth of July or even Christmas will soon be illegal. Wouldn’t that be terrible?