Addiction Advice from a Drug Pusher

It started out never eating sugar cereals.

Corn Flakes and Rice Krispies

Corn Flakes and Rice Krispies

Oh how I wanted to eat those Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms

Randy always had sugar cereals at his house.

Now that I'm older I can eat whatever I want.

Except I don't feel so good after eating three bowls of Captain Crunch

before I go to bed.

Out of college into management training.

Coffee and donuts every morning.

Cookies and pop every afternoon.

My brand new suit was getting smaller and smaller.

I felt like the Hulk breaking out of my clothes.

I wonder if I will ever see that weight again.

Zak was a cute baby.

He was cute and liked to cry. Especially before my bed time.

Inconsolable I would strap him in his car seat and go for a drive.

Why we ended up at Taco Bell at midnight I do not know.

It seemed like the right thing to do except I did not feel so good when I finally got back to bed.

Zak would sleep while I lay awake. Apparently a 32 oz. Coca Cola has trace amounts of caffeine.

My wife found the Cheeto wrappers under the seat of the car.

I didn't really think I had a problem until she counted fourteen empty orange bags.

Or maybe it was the orange dust under my finger nails.

I confessed my weakness and asked for accountability and a wet wipe to clean my fingers.

Larry pushed the salted caramels my way.

"Only one", I said, "they are addictive".

(I should know because I ate half a bag at Christmas.)

"Salted caramels are very addictive I told Larry.

"Only if you allow it", Larry said.

"Only if you allow it".

I would like to thank Larry at Costco for showing me that the salted caramels d0 not have power over me but rather I have power over the salted caramels. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. His grace is sufficient for me. Help me Jesus.

Fireside Chat

I will plant this seedling right into the ground.

Think about how you created the trees and every living thing

Sift this dirt between my fingers, this dirt from whence I came

I will sit on this hallowed ground of mine

and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will set my chair under these branches in this shade.

Feel your breath blowing across my face

Hear the birds breaking out in worship

I will sip my lemonade

and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will rake these leaves of orange and yellow

Make a pile deep and wide.

I will run and jump and scatter them far

I will lie on this mattress of the fallen, sun on my face

and wait and listen for you to speak.

I will fire up this chain saw of smoke and fury

Raise up this maul and chop this wood

I will stack these logs 4 X 4 X 8

Sit on this stump and rest

and wait and listen for you to speak

I think I'll throw another log on the fire

Sit here with you and warm myself

Sip my coffee, smoky and dark

Think about life and think about death

And I will wait and listen for you to speak.

Martyn Joseph - Lonely Like America

Moon

We ran these fields from sun up to sun down

We played hard and played long

Time was of no consequence, it never ran out

They called you Moon

but you were Shooting Star

Buried under the shade of the willow

Your story ran out of ink

We played baseball on the ancient diamond

Basketball in the dusty gym

Football between the pines

They called you Moon

but you were Shooting Star

Buried under the shade of the willow

Your story ran out of ink

You went left and I went right

Our stories on separate shelfs

I hope we end up in the same book.

They called you Moon

but you were Shooting Star

Buried under the shade of the weeping willow

Your story ran out of ink