I did not intend to publish this journal today, I have been encouraged by some of my readers and my family to stop. I have been writing this for over 7 years, but I am going to let this be my last one for a while on Saturday. I will still have 5 journals each week as usual
This is going to give me some time to relax and enjoy thinking about how good God has been too me
Mary and I have a few plans, East Tenn is a very historic region, The Civil war and many more. we plan to travel to every interesting spot that we can find and bring it to you in picture and story, and when we have finished here move out to other spots.
And we want to tell you that we feel that we have the very best Doctors and that Vanderbilt is the very best . And we do trust them in telling us what they have found.And we are going to do what they tell us and be happy, we do have so much to be thankful for, and we do want to keep in the will of God, and never question what comes our way. Mary and Dad.
.This below was sent to me this morning by my friend Jay.
THE CHOSEN VESSEL The Master was searching for a vessel to use; On the shelf there were many – which one would he choose? “Take me,” cried the gold one, “I’m shiny and bright; I’m of great value and I do things just right. My beauty and lustre will outshine the rest And for Someone like You, Master, gold would be best!” The Master passed on with no word at all; He looked at the silver urn, narrow and tall. “I’ll serve you, dear Master; I’ll pour out your wine, And I’ll be at your table whenever you dine. My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true, And silver will always compliment you.” Unheeding, the Master passed on to the brass.
It was wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
“Here! Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do. Place me on your table for all men to view.” “Look at me,” called the goblet of crystal so clear. “My transparency shows my contents so clear.
Though fragile am I, I will serve you with pride, And I’m sure I’ll be happy in your house to abide.” The Master came next to a vessel of wood. Polished and carved, it solidly stood. “You may use me, dear Master,” the wooden bowl said, “But I’d rather you used me for fruit – please, no bread!” Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay
Empty and broken it helplessly lay. No hope had that vessel that the Master might choose To mend and cleanse – make it all His to use.
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I think that I have said enough, if all goes well I will see you Monday morning, maybe not at 3 am. but sometime before noon.
" Nothing matters but Salvation, in this world or that to come"
BYE BYE DAD