Proverbs 28

Proverbs 28:1 The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are bold as a lion. For the transgression of a land many are the princes thereof: but by a man of understanding and knowledge the state thereof shall be prolonged. A poor man that oppresseth the poor is like a sweeping rain which leaveth no food. They that forsake the law praise the wicked: but such as keep the law contend with them. Evil men understand not judgment: but they that seek the LORD understand all things. Better is the poor that walketh in his uprightness, than he that is perverse in his ways, though he be rich. Whoso keepeth the law is a wise son: but he that is a companion of riotous men shameth his father. He that by usury and unjust gain increaseth his substance, he shall gather it for him that will pity the poor. He that turneth away his ear from hearing the law, even his prayer shall be abomination. Whoso causeth the righteous to go astray in an evil way, he shall fall himself into his own pit: but the upright shall have good things in possession. The rich man is wise in his own conceit; but the poor that hath understanding searcheth him out. When righteous men do rejoice, there is great glory: but when the wicked rise, a man is hidden. He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy. Happy is the man that feareth alway: but he that hardeneth his heart shall fall into mischief. As a roaring lion, and a ranging bear; so is a wicked ruler over the poor people. The prince that wanteth understanding is also a great oppressor: but he that hateth covetousness shall prolong his days. A man that doeth violence to the blood of any person shall flee to the pit; let no man stay him. Whoso walketh uprightly shall be saved: but he that is perverse in his ways shall fall at once. He that tilleth his land shall have plenty of bread: but he that followeth after vain persons shall have poverty enough. A faithful man shall abound with blessings: but he that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent. To have respect of persons is not good: for for a piece of bread that man will transgress. He that hasteth to be rich hath an evil eye, and considereth not that poverty shall come upon him. He that rebuketh a man afterwards shall find more favour than he that flattereth with the tongue. Whoso robbeth his father or his mother, and saith, It is no transgression; the same is the companion of a destroyer. He that is of a proud heart stirreth up strife: but he that putteth his trust in the LORD shall be made fat. He that trusteth in his own heart is a fool: but whoso walketh wisely, he shall be delivered. He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse. When the wicked rise, men hide themselves: but when they perish, the righteous increase.

Wow, what a treasure to have found this delightful Anne Murray concert. I loved it! Hope you do,too.

Whose Birthday is it today?

Is it 11 years since Ezra blessed our lives so suddenly? He's still the same dear sweet middleschooler as he was as an infant. We see him growing so confident and yet so sensitive to his elder brothers and sisters ways and influences. It is a wonderful bond of sibling love that I see in his eyes. Enoch said this and Ethan said that and Emily said this and Elyse said something else and where would Ev stand on this issue. What an endearing process of thinking I am learning in watching his concern for elder brethren. Happy Birthday Ezra! You're not a baby anymore. a link to your blog

Remembering Grandpa Bob!

11 years today, someone said he was gone. It seemed unbelievable that he would have succumbed to any sickness. He seemed so very strong. Cancer deteriorated the body. He stood stalwart as a symbol of the great tennis patriarch. Ezra was in my tummy and 3 passings happened before my dear baby came through the womb. He was the last of my births and Dad passed and Gramps and Uncle Mose in the span of the 9 months.

Comfort for the difficulties of mourning was that dear little fellow. Somehow we saw all of the departed lights of masculinity rising in his birth. We were grateful for a safe delivery, though it was touch and go some what there.

Next thing on the family calendar is the sweet birthday of our Ezra

And I love you so, the people ask me how How I've lived 'till now, I tell them I don't know I guess they understand, how lonely life has been That, life began again the day you took my hand And yes, I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me and the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me And you love me too, your thoughts are just for me You set my spirit free, I'm happy that you do The book of life is brief and once a page is read All but life is dead that is my belief And yes, I know how lonely life can be The shadows follow me and the night won't set me free But I don't let the evening get me down Now that you're around me Read more: Perry Como - And I Love You So Lyrics This is my Grandpa Bob Song

I hear my grandpa singing this to me. He communicated so clearly though more without words than with. He said I do wonder how I could love a "judgmental Christian Girl, like you". Try not to lose the mystery of your condition or swiftly you will find why I could "not love a judgmental Christian Girl like you! I see hopeful naivete in your eyes and once you lose that there will be a very sad fall. I know a lot more about life and love than you do and I hope that you know that I planned very carefully to be in your life and I love you anyway!. "SO!"{That is my name, So}

Rejoicing in the truth of redemption!

whose Birthday was yesterday?

WE had the most spectacular sky scenes yesterday. All the heavens knew that I miss my "thedratic" baby sister. The sky went all out like a broadway show. I couldn't even write about it until later. There were curtains going up and rain storms here and there as we travelled into the city to see Joni Eareckson Tada. It was a prayerful and wonderful gift for me on my baby sister's birthday. THE heavens cried for me. THEN Joni picked my heart up and encouraged me to press on. I was delighted and encouraged.

We all stayed up past my bedtime to watch Evy on the Facetime!LOL

She sent us a souvenir of the sweet occasion. The big lady is doing fine and we are wasting alot of food because there are 2 of them missing from eating it. I will learn to cook for the fewer of us after a while. Happy problem to have.

The Wise Sharpening of the African American Woman's mind!

Halleluia, What a Savior!

That Zina Garrison, looks to have cracked the glass ceiling of self depracation in that protégé of hers. I would give her a cigar!

Your mission, if you choose to accept it is to build an athlete woman who has no mental block to the number one spot, internal or external. This block must be conquered, even before the physical prowess is fully bloomed!

That looks to be what Zina has created in her young monster. That girl is a monster in bloom. Physical at 50% play ability good and growing, but the mental acumen to look a Senior woman in the face and not fear beating her. That has been our African stumbling block in a matriarchal system. We rear them to fear us so that they cannot overcome our "mothering". I applaud the spirit that I see developing in the young 18 year old. Give it your all, do not genuflect to the matriarch and in all your beating, don't beat yourself. If anyone beats you, let them know that it is because they are better at your game and not because you were too chicken to win.

Sharpen mind and body, but don't beat people into subjugation to do it. That's not what the rod is for.

If I never see her again, I am blessed to have seen what I would have wished could have been the womanly condition of Black Tennis in my youth. "We are definitely going up!"

I ate 'em and they turned my stomach, some. Not sure why?

My Tubers{sweet potatoes} were beautiful in the way they grew around eachother. I have, for a long time been enamored with the "tubers" growth and beauty. I have seen such parallels inside the body, as I colored, with the Sweetpotato in pictures. This time I grew some for myself. What a proud moment to pull them out of what looks, on the surface, like a fruitless garden and have these beauties smiling and looking at you. I must eat you right now, and I could have bitten into the raw one, but I dared not. City girls don't eat their own produce. One never knows whether the process has been completed rightly. Was there too much miracle gro or too little insecticide? How does that process work with sweet potatoes?

I nearly forgot about the holes in the sweetpotatoes. They looked like worms had tried to get into them. That concerned me some. I found that when I cooked them the skin had absorbed the eating of the worms and the inside of the potato wasn't harmed or touched. Very different from apples, that the skin having been penetrated by the worm, will keep the little thing inside as a gift for you if you don't watch out. The sweet potato seems to be eaten by the worm and save the meaty part of the potato for me. The skin seems to be softer than a white potato, but far more resilient to the elements. I don't know why?

I washed and boiled them and ate them with my "legume enriched" meatloaf. I had a serious stomach problem the whole night. Was it the legumes or the sweet potato? No one else got the problem, so it must have been the sweet potatoes. I will try it again tonight, just to make sure. Or I may wait a week.

I I really never harvested sunflower seeds before. I hadn't put the 2 things together, in my mind. "here to sunflower seeds come from?" was one of the questions that got crushed in its earliest inception. I have grown them before and I have eaten them before, but I had never spent the time to pull them out of the "face". I guess I was like Ethan when he found out that cucumbers were edible and not just a cartoon character. I always thought of that part of the sunflower as the face and not so fruitful.

I sat for a half an hour or so trying to extract them whole after having dried the flower in the house for a week. Sweet syrup was coming off of the flower and I wished I had been a bee to get it out. I licked it and said "YUM!" This is yummier than the seeds. You should have tasted my fingers after the extraction process was completed. Yummy! " do love icky sticky stuff"to quote Pooh Bear.

I know that I am very sensitive to tactile on my fingers. {I used to go into the wool aisle and just stick my fingers into the different skeens to enjoy} Sunflower seeds are very similar in tactile delight. They are sticky sweet and dry at the same time. They stick to your fingers just a little and then leave the stickiness on your fingers and become dry. I am typing with the stickiness, because I don't want to wash off the sweet flavorfulness. Yuck!

I intend to plant mine and not eat them. Partly because I want to associate the experience in my mind with the sweet flavor and not the seedy flavor that I am used to. And partly because I want more sunflower seeds to harvest, If I can get some more before winter, somehow. Maybe they won't bloom again, but I'll try putting them in dirt and seed what comes of it.

My millet came up far more beautifully this year, than last year. They were bigger and thicker than last years batch. I do love millet, as difficult as they are to process. I must be a bird some where. I usually would blend them in something and enjoy it in a bread. It is a reminder of Dr. Manion and Grandma Ruth who told us how he would use the different whole grains in a well rounded diet. I haven't fully inculcated that as a practice, but I do occasionally use the different grains and millet is a delightfully different flavor of grain, to wheat.

Grow'n Tubers

Tubers in my yard!