Again, I find myself in front of my computer at the keyboard and many thoughts come to mind at the same time. I began writing this article and when talking about God years ago I did it just because I knew my friend in Nevada, USA did not believe in God. Just to piss him off I would tell a story and before it was over, I had to put a small thing about God. Knowing that Scott would read and it would get to him. He told me he would look at my article and starting at the back he would look to see if I had said anything about God and if I had he would not read the article. After a period of time, I finally figured out that I was not writing about God to get to Scott I was writing about God to teach me something. I was the one that needed the lift not Scott and God did not need me to learn how to write he knows how, I am sure.
At first, I wanted to tell a story and then have it tell at the end what I just said. Thinking it over I can do both so I will do this first, then I will satisfy another hunger by doing that one. I write and if you read or not if you agree or not, I finally found that my writing are for me more than for you. If God wanted, you to learn and to really get you to follow he would have put someone here with a talent and someone with the ability of knowing what should be said.
God created the heaven and the earth then he rested. Do you think he was tired? An attorney says something in a courtroom and when he is finished, he rests his case. Do you think that attorney was tired? No, he was finished and so what I am saying is actually he created many and provided everything they needed to survive. My question is why I find myself in Colombia South America. Why did I find such wonderful friendships and how can a hick from the sticks be in such a lavish apartment. I would be happy living in a tent in the high Unita Mountains in Eastern Utah.
I am brought to my knees not from want but exactly the opposite I have been gave everything a man could ever want. I have a woman who is much younger than I and we have a relationship beyond any I have ever had in my life. She wants to feed me I laugh as I write this, but she is so into doing for me I have to push her aside set down and let me eat. I am not used to this much attention I am told not to shower alone she wants to make sure I get everything clean. Fanny, I tell her I am old enough to shower alone. She speaks no English and I have a very limited vocabulary of Spanish. We talk by using a phone and I write in English it changes it to Spanish, and she reads then tells me what she wants me to know. It takes away the line I had memorized I did not hear that.
She has gone to church, and I am allowed to be all my myself. In the kitchen is an egg omelet prepared and waiting for me. She is a wonderful cook and has made me meals that are fantastic, of which I had one complaint out of those. I did not want Soy sauce on my Lobster and if we get to steak, I will not want junk on it either. I have been handed a life that cannot be explained by mans standards. I keep seeing airports being built and many things that cannot be explained by what I know. I sold a house in Nevada and been living off of that and I just rest in the fact that God gives me more than I ever wanted and if he takes me or any part of what I have then I will worry then until then I will keep writing and thanking him for what I have received. I do not say more than I deserve because how much will you give your child? I am blessed with what he wants to give me, and I just say thanks God for allowing me to receive your grace.
Again, I write not to impress you but to fulfill that which is in me and it is defiantly from the heart if you read it or not has small effect on God or not much more on me. Perhaps of those reading I will find anther friend. On my wall in Nevada, I left a saying for myself. “A special day is one in which I have made a new friend.” I live that life and if I make a friend from this, I will again join him on my knees in thanking him for it.
A Messenger,
Verl K.