Glorytellers busy tiday, so he let me fill in ferim. Hi I’m his second cusin twicet removed on his daddys side. My name is Chaff Rantley glad to meet ya its a plesure.
I wanna tell ya bout somethin I read thets causin’ a stink.
I read about that there guy named Harold who was a-goin’ camping and wanted ever-body to go with him, but, at the last minit he let ever-body down and didn’t go a-cuz he got some kinda rupture. Well, I had one of them ruptures once and it hurt real bad ………
Wait, what’sat you say? RAP sure? Haint thet some ole kinda music? Raptors? Them’s birds of pray……
Oh, rapture? ! At’s different …………. Nevermind…………
Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
May 29, 2011 @ 21:55:13
So when my currently wayward college son asked me about this, I conveniently forgot to tell him about the part about no man knowing the day or hour. Just thought he could use to be a little concerned…;)
May 30, 2011 @ 08:36:11
You rock as a mom. Good strategy. I join you in prayer that our sons see the light.
Lord, let them see the steady light of the Holy Spirit illuminating their lives.
Thank You, our Highest Lord God. Amen
May 26, 2011 @ 13:13:59
Lemme tell ya what I know: this here God of our’n, He ain’t nothin but good, all the live-long day.
He know when he comin’–I am ready! LAWD! I am ready!
jane
May 26, 2011 @ 13:55:38
I’m ready too. I gotta hand it to Len, he knows some gooood peaple. Howd he git so lucky?
I muchly appreciated yore readin my stuff.
May the Lord Bless and keep all y’all.
C R
May 26, 2011 @ 11:01:01
Rapture. Yup. It’s a cummin but no buddy knows just when. We all knows ‘at God won’t forget us. If he says he’s cummin, he’s cummin. What’s fer dinner? Ye didn’t throw out the peas, did ya?
May 26, 2011 @ 11:16:54
O m Gosh! You are a true cuz an a sester! Dang, you shore you aint from Arkinsaw? Halley Looya yep Hes a cummin an I’m not a bit worreet.
Picked some fresh field peas, so lets set down to some hawg jaw, poke sallet ,an a big bowl a peas. WoooHooo