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Covering my angst with the soothing wisdom from my mother's prayer journals

Friends at Gulf Shore With I Phones and Apps

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I don’t usually leave my home state in October because that’s when she is at her best. The cotton, corn and soybean fields get buzz cuts by savvy farmers who have learned to use technology and the latest apps to make their difficult jobs a little easier.

They know that organic fertilizer can be applied to bare earth just before a rain to minimize the odor and maximize the hopeful outcome. Week before last, a local farmer applied said fertilizer early in the day drawing flies and causing my sister-in-law to grab her IPhone and send this text message,

“Pooh alert! Stay inside!!”

That night the rains came and the thirsty earth soaked up the needed nutrients along with the unwanted odor. Winter wheat was sown soon after and now our land scape is a lush green.

Traveling across the state allows us to cross the river which is now lined with trees sporting vivid fall colors.

The orange was an especially nice precursor for trips further east to watch football games in Neyland Stadium.

Because October here is beautiful I am reluctant to leave, but when we were given an opportunity to visit the Gulf Coast for a few days with friends, we took it.

I lack the skill it takes to accurately describe this particular group who have been friends for years and shared life experiences that run the gambit from hilarious to devastating. Their faith in Him and their loyalty to each other make them exceptional.

Every day the temps were in the low seventies and the sky a spectacular blue; a perfect time to take long walks, soak in the sun, talk and eat.

The warmest day was a sunny yet brisk seventy degrees and braver souls decided to float the Lazy River. It was a great idea when we were actually on the inner tubes. Getting on and off them was icy and caused squeals of laughter and a few inappropriate words (from me).

This group reflected the times; each carried an IPhone and each was a wealth of information about useful apps. Those on Twitter helped enroll and tutor those who were not causing funny Tweets to ensue.

While we sat around the table after dinner one evening, with our heads bowed over our phones, conversations were carried on as we multi-tasked on our social networks.

Looking up with a laugh, the teacher of gifted students coined a phrase when she said,

“Look at us just sitting around tapping and apping”.

Mother wrote in her journal, “The word blessed means the experience of hope and joy, independent of outward circumstances. To find hope and joy, the deepest form of happiness, follow Jesus no matter what the cost.”

When we got back home, October was almost gone. Time flies when He fills beautiful days with family and friends. I know how blessed I am.

Thank you for visiting marymcleary.com. I appreciate your time. For more faith stories and words of wisdom from Mother’s journal, visit Amazon.com and purchase my book, In My Mother’s Words. (See the link on the home page of my blog).

Author: marymcleary

Grateful for so many things, especially the peace He gives and the opportunity to tell it to my kids, grandkids and anyone else who wants to listen. Many read my first book In My Mother's Words, and I have recently published my second book, Heart Whispers from the Old Testament. Both are the result of the prayer journals my mother gifted me her last Christmas. Those journals were full of the wisdom of a Faith Walker and had to be shared.

One thought on “Friends at Gulf Shore With I Phones and Apps

  1. Good for you… A blessing often comes when we give up something…

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