Category: Private Journal Writing

Father’s Day

Fathers Day
Fathers Day

Written Long Ago

This was written in February of 1985 in a notebook that turned into a full fledged journal later that year. (I’m on notebook #48 in my private journal now.) My, things were so different then! So much has changed in the world over 31 years! Cell phones and personal computers weren’t things back then. I myself have changed in so many ways and in so many directions. I’ve grown. I’ve fallen. I’ve turned aside. I’ve turned back. One thing I can say is that I whole-heartedly believe all the words I wrote on February 28, 1985. God’s grace is the only reason why I can say that.

With thankfulness for such grace, I am posting this reflection/prayer on this Father’s Day in 2026.

Transcription

Romans 8:15 – “For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.”

“Father, I’m thankful that You have received me as a child. I’m thankful that I am not counted as a mere slave or possession but as Your child, as an heir with Christ. Therefore, I willingly become Your slave. For in pleasing You I find my greatest joy and fulfillment. I serve you with gladness, Father. (Psalm 100:2 – “Serve the Lord with gladness: come before His presence with singing.”)

“Father, I am not worthy to be Your son. (Luke 15:21) Just to be one of Your servants would be enough to satisfy my heart for all eternity.

“But how great is Your GRACE! You have not asked me to fill a servant’s place. You’ve called me to be Your son! In fact, the very reason Christ suffered was to bring many sons to glory. (Hebrews 2:10) I’m so joyful that You said SONS and not slaves!

“Oh, what grace! What privilege! What security! I am no longer in bondage to fear! I have a Heavenly Father that loves me more than all the earthly fathers could ever possibly love their sons in a billion years!”

AMEN!

Don’t Grab the Honey. You’ll be Sorry if You Do.

A dream in which I got a migraine and was a nasty guy
A dream in which I got a migraine and was a nasty guy

While preparing images for another gallery of migraine drawings, I came upon one that was inspired by a dream in which I got a migraine. When I woke up, I actually had a migraine going on. (It’s bizarre to open my eyes in the morning and find a migraine aura going on. That always freaks me out a bit when it happens.) As all but a few of my migraine drawings are contained in my journals, I was happy to find the story of the dream along with this drawing. The dream features my grandson, Jordyn, who was 10 at the time. I feel bad about being so mean to him in this dream! Read below. You’ll see what I mean.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

I woke up with a migraine today. Here’s the story:

I woke at 6 AM when the alarm went off. I reset it for 7:00 and went back to sleep.

then I had a dream that I was in a grocery store with Jordyn. We needed to find something to make for dinner. While in the store, I started to have a migraine aura. I said to Jordyn, “We gotta hurry up, buddy. I’m getting one of my headaches.” Jordyn went off and I was walking around by myself. I was trying to find Jordyn, went down a few steps and noticed the right side of my vision was mostly gone.

I finally found Jordyn leaning over something. I said, “What are you doing?” He was startled and stood up. He had a bottle of honey in his hands. He was squeezing the honey into a barrely of water that had ham steaks in it. I yelled at him, “What are you doing! We have to get out of here! My head hurts!” I slapped him on the back and grabbed the honey.

Then my hands were all sticky! I was so angry! I put the honey on a shelf. Then I thought about how to get the honey off my hands. I looked around to make sure no one was looking. Then I rinsed my hands off in the barrel with the ham! Ha! Then I said, “Let’s get outta here!”

The alarm went off at 7… and I had an aura going on. It was on the right side of my vision, which is unusual. I usually have it on the left side.

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There’s nothing worse than a migraine AND sticky hands! But I guess that’s what I get for being nasty to my own flesh and blood.

(This story is also posted on Doodlesam.com HERE.)