Williams SOMETIMES, I STOP TO TAKE AN ACCOUNTING I am approaching four years of being a widower—four years this coming March. In looking back, I think God is proud of me. I find myself trying to figure out the day and year of that transition point, almost every time the topic comes up, either counting backwards from Covid or forward from the doctor telling me ‘Just plan on 2017 is going to suck.’ It’s funny how we do the math.... Read more
HAVE YOU EVER HAD A CONVERSATION WITH YOUR DOGS? Have you ever had a conversation with your dog, only to find out their answer to your rhetorical question was right? I think God engages us in conversations with Him—through animals. I think dogs mostly, only because I’ve never owned a cat so you cat people can answer that one and I think I had a parakeet when I was a small child, but that could be a dream-or a hamster.... Read more
SOMETIMES, I WANT OFF THIS ROCK! I sometimes get so tired. I guess you could say so tired of living, although not just physical fatigue during the day, week, month, yearssssssss. I’ve been this way for a long time-decades. When I found out about God and Jesus and Heaven, it was really hard to figure out why I want to stay on this rock. If, given the opportunity, would I want to fight to stay? Welcome, by the way, to... Read more
Nap time I’ve have never been alone. There hasn’t been a time, I know, in which I have been alone. For those of you just tuning in to my ramblings inside my gooey mind, I am a widower. Gosh that makes me sound old and I guess by some yardsticks, I am. If you were thirty-two, you might think, yeah, that sounds old and I think back to my thirties, those I can remember independently... Read more
WHEN I WAS A KID…. When I was a kid, Elliot, Darren, sometimes Nelson, but never his older brother Dwayne, would play War. Broom sticks, bats–the real wooden kind, and sometimes army helmets you could purchase at Skaggs Drug Store, were the uniform. Coming from a Naval Aviator home, I was a little out of my destiny being a soldier, but it was okay. That time would come. God is very much a playful God. We were always fighting the... Read more
WHERE DO MY PLANS START? New year plan(s) As I get older and significantly closer to the last toll gate in life’s travels, I think it’s important we put everything out on the table. I think we need to talk about that diet, painting the patio, maybe a new car/job/trip to Wisconsin. This is the time of year gyms have sales on memberships. People are tired of looking like they should be in a Star Wars movie. They want that... Read more
BEST PRESENT EVER Christmas is over and the survey of best present reached in everyone’s brain races through the list of what you received. I received a box of Hickory Farms! Many of you might be questioning my choice, especially when you hear the rest of the list. I also got a gazillion socks, the short ones where you almost don’t see the sock. Apparently, that is the trend now and they are not even all white, apparently another... Read more
GAME DAY! In the history of the Williams household, Christmas Eve and Christmas Eve Day-Jesus’ Game Day, was the sacred time. It was the present opening, church service going, festive prime rib mealing time. Yes, ‘mealing’ is now a word. Feel free to use it today. Growing up, our family would all stuff around the formal dining room table and eat slabs from a standing rib roast, twice baked potatoes, some vegetable, and dessert-probably ice cream something. When I took... Read more
WORLD SEEMS A TAD ANGRY There seem to be a lot of Angry Elves in the world. Reading stuff on FB and Twitter is like watching a Rage match on the WWF channel. We miss God’s playfulness. All of us seem to be wound a little ‘tight.’ Most of that tightness could be justified with the world around us. We surely can justify our pissed-offness. In this season of my life as a widower, I have learned to trust God... Read more
I KINDA LIKE LIVING ALONE Living alone after a loved one passes-I have to admit something—I kinda like living alone. Don’t judge me. Living alone is, well, different to say the least. Since I’ve been widowed, well, maybe we could say even before I was widowed, I was living alone. My wife being in the hospital for weeks and months at a time, doing the stem cell thing. They had to kill her immune system before they could try a... Read more
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