Back in the Saddle Again!

I'm back at my old stomping grounds, Lawyers Title in League City. This time I'm processing and it's a job that actually requires me to work...alot...with details! If you know me, you know that details aren't necessarily my strong suit, but I'm catching on. Alot of it is familiar territory and there's alot that's new and requires me to think. That's been good for my brain to be used again but it may also be the source of my headaches! Processing files for a title company is a service that most people won't use but a few times in their lives. Being in the background, there's not much glory here, people only notice if you screw a file up. I haven't done this long enough for that to happen, but I'm sure it's inevitable. I'll weather that storm when it comes, but I'm not fretting over it...not now anyway. And after the great word from my friend, Bro. Ron (see his link at the right-Son of a Preacher), I just may not worry ever again. Let me repeat a little poem that I haven't heard in years just in case you don't go check him out. Maybe it will help you not to worry.

Said the robin to the sparrow

I should really like to know

Why these anxious human beings

Rush around and worry so.

Said the sparrow to the robin,

Friend, I think that it must be

That they have no heavenly Father

Such as cares for you and me.

Good words from a good friend!

Turn Out the Lights..The Party's Over

Well, all good things come to an end and it appears that my South Padre Island Realtor days are soon over. I'll be moving back to League City and becoming responsible again. Not that that is a bad thing, but it's a little anticlimatic after the rush of going across the causeway to work everyday. Lots of people and things I'll miss. The people know who they are...some may feel a measure of relief as I'm pretty high maintenance. I'll miss the shrimp at Dirty Al's, the ranch dressing at Marcello's, tortilla soup at Durado's and fish tacos at Capt Ron's. If you're at the Island, try to eat at those places. I'll miss Friday nite lights...the fireworks at Louie's Backyard. I'll miss wearing flipflops...had to wear regular shoes most of today and my toes were screaming by the time I kicked the shoes off! I'll miss the great birding and beautiful sunsets and blooming yuccas and cactus. I'll miss being able to go to a small movie theater.

But...I'll get to be with my family and new grandbabies and work with a good friend. It's all good!

Just Wondering

You might think me racist and I'd think you were wrong. But watching the news tonight, I had to wonder...

The story was about some search up the Valley where the border patrol had rounded up a whole bunch of people here illegally and were searching (in the dark for Pete's sake) for more. A later "BREAKING NEWS" clip said that the search had been called off because the people who were last seen heading south to the border had been lost in the brush or something. The reporters even showed the forearm of one of the chasers that was all scratched from where he fell down and into alot of brush.

If people are here illegally (because they broke the law to gain entry here), is there some reason that they can't just be arrested in broad daylight when they sign up for welfare? How about when they register their kids for school or sign up for free medical care? How about when they apply for jobs here? Wouldn't that make more sense than chasing them around in the dark and endangering everyone?

Just wondering...........

Give Honor Where Honor is Due

Sunday afternoon I returned to the Valley from Houston where the Lacy family welcomed the 2nd new member of the new and improved Lacy gang . (Everyone is doing fine and the 3rd new member will arrive this coming Thursday...there WILL be pictures!).

I arrived home in time to attend the 25th anniversary of Christian Fellowship Church and the evening service where their founding pastors, Ron and Anne Corzine were honored. Rick Godwin of Eagle's Nest in San Antonio gave a wonderful exhortation explaining honor which was richly seasoned with anecdotes of his association with Pastor Ron. There was a sweet reception afterwards with the required cake and punch and fellowship which few churches do with the panache that CFC musters for special events.

I can quote pieces of his wisdom, his sermons, his encouraging words because they were food to my hungry spirit and a balm when I was wounded. He is a fine piece of iron when I need sharpening and a piece of work when I need a laugh. I can tell you about his vibrant wife and her alter ego, Miss Ima (a delightful puppet character). I can still picture her Oscar worthy performance as a cat princess in one of the Life Vision Christmas plays. Anne can never be accused of holding back!

For all you do, Ron and Anne, this blog's for you! Thanks for the memories!!!