The glorious anticipation of a life well lived walking hand in hand with God and those He has chosen in family. Looking forward is lovingly regarded with hope as opposed to the learning examples of past. Into this new stream, pond or village I commit every effort to the forwarding of God’s intention for all of us. There is no pure estimation only attempts, failures, capitulation or committal. All will be found in good furrow.

There are few that I would choose to ride beside but you are the best of all of them. Don’t get me wrong I will still insist you’ve added too much salt to the soup and taken way too long at the gantry. But for my part I never was that accepted at parties or ventures. They don’t call at all till the need arises or the burden is unbearable. Prefer those who are around when the ice is sound footing or its thawed counterpart requires invested paddle and double down.

I am not the lord of all glory not even a reasonable stand in. These proclamations are not the dynamic monarchical mandates of some established bloodline for posterity. They instead are the general ramblings of a man sufficiently outside his time and way beyond his means representing powers way beyond him. To be an ambassador does not make one king, only his herald for consideration. This established, we must expect that I will from time to time, even when attempting the opposite dance firmly upon all of your toes and stare in your eyes apologetically while so doing.

In my greatest moments of calamity I will still stop to find out how you are doing and if I may remove the bricks from your pack. As you’ve so eloquently declared I am no great account of displeasure. But in the moments of pleasant regard I will fondly whisper your best qualities and tell all the world of your wonder. I am no measure of grace’s achievement only a tall teller of tales about walks far greater than my own. When fighting remember your back side is being watched by your lesser not greater. And when the porch swing canters it will be moving from the swivel of my keester.