We've discussed and decided that for the next two weeks we're going to order our finances. Marriages and nations are wrecked by fiscal foolsihness more often than anything else, I believe. Our mortgage is 24% of our income right now. We did well with that. We also focus on paying 10% to the Lord and 10% to our future retirement bunker somewhere in Montana, where vile men cannot molest or make afraid, and if they do they'll be riddled with bullets, mad dogs, and home-made napalm. Then I'll go to work on them.
It's funny where life takes you. The thoughts and principles you grow up with shift and change but sometimes become reinforced with more intellect and passion than you ever imagined. Having children, being married, embarking into a brotherhood or warrior culture, it makes one spartanly sensible about what is important, like the importance of free-will and mastering your life, being strong, self-sufficient and therefore useful.
What about Godliness? In the ebb and flow of my life, with the inherent intellectualism I tend to gravitate towards, I sometimes have lost sight of the most motivating force in my life, that is faith or recognition of a knowable God. But lately I have been coming back to it. Why I always forget the pleasant feeling of peace and knowing and ability, I will never know. I don't think I will know. Much of what I knew I don't anymore and I have to earn back the intelligence that breeds so many inspired thoughts. Experiences lately have brought me again toward the "I Am" factor, the Existence of something that existed before we know how to record. And that we can know on a personal, real level the "I Am"---the real independent existing one, the one who says, basically, "Look gents, it's a tough road to hoe to get and be what I am, but I want to show you how. I have a way and all you have to really do is listen, to take simple steps and not do anything really dumb and we can work something beautiful out. Come along."---that has quickened me again. I feel like the living.
Made our blog private, but dont know if I need to send you guys an invite since you are following already. Let me know.
ReplyDeleteJake Freemen the free man! My son Justin sent me a link to your blog and I am blessed. Hope you and Janet are enjoying the Lord's goodness and grace. I just returned from the Florida Keys today, went upstairs to the "Man Room" and loaded a few "Vile man" rounds for the bunker myself, have'nt quite got the hang of the "Napalm" yet and the dogs, well, ones a Golden and the other a "Golden doodle" sooooo....we will work on that. Maybe I will get some of my dad's bear hounds and tehter them to the house.
ReplyDeleteWe look forward to following the fam as you grow,
Sincerely, and Semper Fi!
Brent and Karla Charles (Justins mom and Dad)