Picture Tubes: Cows

Proverbs 27:12
The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it.

Larry was my first crush, a real cutie with long, skinny legs, baby blue eyes and neatly trimmed platinum hair. So what if I was only in the second grade, I was in love.

He lived on a big farm near us, so I talked my brothers into walking with me through the woods to go see him. We should have turned back and went home when he didn’t answer our calls. But we were stupid.

Finally reaching our destination, we crawled under the barbed wire fence and began petting the cows that were poking their heads through the barn windows. The angus bulls were tiny black specks on a far away hill, so we felt smugly confident that they couldn’t see us. I didn’t feel right however, invading someone else’s property, but it wasn’t like we were going to steal a cow or anything.

It seemed that only moments had passed when my youngest brother yelled, “Look behind us!” Kenny and I jerked around and there stood the biggest, meanest, blackest creatures we’ve ever seen or ever hope to see up close again. I was only seven, never been kissed and now I’m gonna die!

Frantic and not knowing which way to run, Leonard shouted, “Quick! Crawl under the fence!” And like the three little pigs running from the big bad wolf, we cried wee, wee, wee all the way home!

Did we ever go looking for Larry again? NOPE!

As for the picture tubes, I am not the creator of the images, I am just the tuber. If you see anything that belongs to you, tell me and I will gladly remove it.

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Sandi Staton

So, I'm sitting here trying to figure out how to describe myself to you, and these are the words jumping up and down in my heart: I'm just a simple human being living in a complicated, messed-up world. I speak my mind. I love hard. My feelings run deep. When push comes to shove, I stand my ground. Sometimes I push back. Sometimes I walk away. I've surfed the crashing waves of life that threatened to destroy me only to make me stronger. I bear the scars of emotional rape, sadness, and depression. I've walked the golden streets of churches and religion only to be disappointed time and time again. And as a result, it's taken me seventy-five years to get where I'm sitting today; a sinner saved by grace through the blood of Jesus Christ. I fell at the cross. I repented of my sins, and Jesus saved and washed me clean. I still fall flat on my face. I still get dirty as a pig in a mudhole. And Jesus still picks me up, dries my tears, forgives me again and again, and continues walking close beside me. No one has ever loved me like that. And no one ever will.

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