My chin rests firmly in the palm of my hand as I look out the windows though I'm not seeing much anything out there.
When my mind slows down enough to register Scott's American Flag is as limp as Congress, his Banana Trees look good and the woman chasing her dog down the street has no chance of catching it whatsoever ... I don't care.
Going back to the 3 mile stare, I'm completely lost in thought.
The things I'm looking at are far away.
It's what I think prayer is supposed to be ... "In the latter days ... your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams."
I still can't tell if I'm a young man having a vision or an old man dreaming a dream.
It's all runs together in my head.
I require Divine Intervention to make sense of it all.
The other day I wrote about life at our house ... how Sarah's girls share with us when they get home ... their loves and hates ... adolescent love ... the joys and pains of growing up.
I love these times!
They remind me of my kids growing up and love those days to this day ... because I love my kids!
And I'm so incredibly blessed to get to do it again ... and it makes me happy ... so I share it with the world ... because who wants to deny love and happiness?
Because I love Sarah and the girls!
BUT ... there's always an asshole wanting to mess things up.
I don't want to name names or anything but ... her name is Char ... and I'm sure she's reading this ... and will report it to Virgin Mary's and other authorities on high.
Well ... to Hell with them and to Hell with that.
What's important is ... this is one happy home!
It's open and free ... we talk about everything and examine anything ... get on to each other ... cheat at cards ... and laugh a Hell of a lot!
We mostly give love.
It's what happens when your visions, dreams and prophesies all run together.
That's how you know you're blessed by God.
You can't even look out the window without seeing Heaven.
