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Do You Ever Step Outside Morning or Night Just to Appreciate the Beautiful Creation That God has Given Us in Which to Dwell?
Do you ever step outside morning or night just to appreciate the beautiful creation that God has given us in which to dwell?
Occasionally I do, but if you’re anything like me, most of the time you take it for granted. Of the many gifts I received from God, writing is one of my favorites.
Of all the many things, you can do wielding a pen, creating different worlds, characters, and situations are among the coolest. Put that against life in today’s world and you’ll find yourself up against overwhelming amounts of mindless drivel.
For instance, new medications are seemingly hitting the pharmacy every day, some with devastating side effects. On the other hand, television-based, ambulance-chasing lawyers attempting to build a lawsuit out of each one of the potential side effects run rampant.
This stream of drugs is not only repetitive of one another, but also introduced with an excessive frequency. Doctors and pharmacists are the ones primarily responsible for dispersing these medications. These professionals cannot possibly keep up with the ins and outs of each and every chemical compound released for consumption.
Please, understand my point. I think that medications are miracles in and of themselves. I am a firm believer in Dupont’s slogan, “Better living through chemistry.” I take my share of medications and supplements and previously worked for a pharmaceutical company.
It just seems as though we have too many drugs that do the same thing. Not that we don’t need a variety, because we do, but perhaps we should consider if we really need them all.
Well, go figure. Through penning this post, I have managed irrevocably to confuse myself. With that, I will excuse myself and announce . . . nuff said.
Have a great week, take your medications and regard them as tiny miracles that can cure simple ailments, which would have put you in the grave not so many years ago.
God bless you, keep you and shine His countenance upon you. Have a fantastic week!
Be sure to keep the Ukraine people in your prayers.
As a science fiction writer, and I’m sure I have said this before, I enjoy devising outlandish beasts and creatures that could only exist in one’s mind. On the other hand, creation in and of itself is a miracle, but, boy, it can sure be ugly.
Occasionally, the critters that I concoct are of the tiny flesh gnawing variety. This makes me stop and think of the wonders in nature. How amazing are the insects that avoid our glance because of their diminutive size. These beings have a brain, nervous system, and circulatory system to digest their food, which frequently comes in the form of human juice.
How about the bumble bee? They’re big, bulbous, possess undersized wings, totally lack any form of aerodynamics, and yet, they perform the impossible, by flying and executing the deed flawlessly.
We, also, see God’s sense of humor in the duck-billed platypus, blob fish (seen above), narwhal, and a plethora of odd creatures.
If we sit in our backyards, especially during the summer months, but to an extent all year long, we will see the miracle of creation.
And, what a miracle, it is!
Tangled in a Web of Lies and Deceit, This Eight Legged Creature Plays a Deadly Game of Eat or be Eaten…or Not
Looking outside today, I noticed what we used to call as children a “writing spider.” In actuality it was a garden spider. This beautiful arachnid boasts a bright yellow and black abdomen, an orange head and long slender black legs. I often wonder at God’s creation, its beauty and splendor made for us to enjoy.
As a young lad staring out my bedroom window one fall, I could have sworn a writing spider spelled my name within its web…curious. Could this have been nature’s way of letting me know my calling prior to the actual call of becoming a writer?
I have no way of knowing; however, it is a tad enlightening if and when I choose to ponder such a silly notion. In fact, the older I become the more ridiculous the whole scenario seems. If I were of a mind to, I’d have myself committed to the ludicrous writer’s asylum…but enough of me.
Back to this wondrous spider. I find it fascinating that the juvenile garden spiders are able to spin webs without mommy or daddy’s help. Do you realize that’s equivalent to a six month old human child riding a bike without training wheels?
…Do the training wheels really matter at that age?…I think not. What a silly thing to say, but I shan’t erase it due to the evidence needed to gain entrance into the asylum.
And what I really find fascinating is the male spider’s determination to copulate. This unwavering horny toad very often reaches its intended malnourished and exhausted dying after it does the deed.
“What a way to go,” some would say.
I favor, “Live to copulate another day.”