Not going to be impressive tonight. It is 11:00 and my last chance to schedule an entry for Friday Fictioneers. I have written it. It is not bad, but it is not good either. I have decided to trash it. That is such a hard thing to do! I spent too much time on it, but it is not worth your time to read it. Say “thanks.” 😀

My blog today, “It’s a Madhouse Here” was a cut and paste from about four years ago. The setting was in an institution for the mentally ill. The main character was Ralph, the theme regarded the chaos that had existed all through his life. As I thought through the stages of his age, I could identify people I know who have had that sort of chaotic life. “Oh, God, how I thank you that I have not had to endure some of the obstacles life that others have. Give us compassion for the hurting.” I once had a neighbor man who would beat a bush in his yard with a long stick. As he did he would call out something like, “I am not a mad man.” I never reached out to him. I know now that he must have had PTSD. I was ignorant of so much.

On the subject of Madhouse, do you, as I, feel our country is becoming one. I was rather glad when our President showed a little backbone this week, but I guess it was a stupid thing to say since it could definitely be taken as a threat to an enemy we do not want to threaten! Better have the big stick ready to wield and I don’t want that.

So thankful for my daddy, Pete, a man of stability and kindness. But he had to leave me. My Heavenly Father will never do that. He said, “Lo, I am with you always even to the end of the age.”

Quietly God called me. Humanly speaking it was no extravaganza; earth scarcely noticed. Yet, I’ve been told beyond the galaxies a fanfare broke out when I said “yes” to him and took his name. (anon)

Tomorrow go out of your house, find a grouch, and try to make him/her smile. Or maybe you can find him/her in your house. Or, is it you? 😀 If so, smile!