Thank You, Lord. Life is good. It may take a dive for a short while. It only gets better. Master, I don’t care if I never get rich. I’ll be happy as long as my monthly bills don’t exceed my income. I know it is close, but it’s all good. You give me more thank I need. Thanks again.
Category: My Daily Meds
My Daily Meds – A Short Story For Every Day of the Year
Daily meditations and poems with a spiritual humor twist, thoughts stories, happenings, poems written by P. M.
Written by a Christian. A book for people who have hit rock bottom. Physically, mentally and spiritually. It is intended to help lift you. some is for Christians in recovery. Most. Each day is a surprise. This book was 23 years in the making – written by one who did hit bottom. Acute alcohol poisoning twice.
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My Daily Meds: July 13
I’m sittin’ here … all alone
I’d give God a call, but He’s got no phone
He’s smart that way
I know He’s there, ‘cause He gave me today
Seems all I care about is coffee and cigs
The Lord killed a good tree, ‘cause it had no figs. -
My Daily Meds: March 23
My Master. Everything on this earth, organic or synthetic, comes from you. Even though it be “man-made” it is still made from something You created. You thought of everything. Look at steel, made from ore. Look at glass – made from sand. Look at plastic wrap, it is made from corn. We are nothing and have nothing but from You, Lord. Thank –You. Thank-You for plenty.