3/28/13
Thursday
I know I haven’t posted in a while.
Things are busy for sure and God has put a lot on our plate. Unfortunately I can’t
write about some of what is going on right now. Must wait till a situation gets
resolved. When that happens I have a great story to tell but you will have to
wait to hear it. Meantime let me fill you all in on what has been happening on
the Westbrook Farm and in our lives. God is good and God is in charge, no
matter how crazy things may seem. I have a new job, one I was not looking for in
any way but I recognize the Lord’s hand when I see it. A sweet older couple
bought an office furniture business and said they needed help. I used to sell
office furniture back before the accident that killed me so feel comfortable
helping them, and in the process we will get some badly needed additional
income too. This will be my second week working for them.
Purchasing that old store is still
in process. We just got ahold of a survey company that will determine the official
boundaries of that property and in the process will provide the information the
title company needs to warranty the deed. Everyone is busy doing oilfield work
so we were lucky to find these guys. Actually the guy we are buying the land
from found them for us as he is itching to get this deal closed. Of course I’m
itching to get things going as well. I talked to the surveyor and told him our
plans, that we hope to find partners to develop the 75 acres of land and he
said he may know some folks looking to invest in that kind of deal. That would
be great. What I know is that when all is said and done we will be able to say “Look
what God did” because He is bringing things together for sure.
I may not get to plant much this
year. From the looks of things I won’t have much free time. I do hope to get
corn and melons planted but am already behind on that. I still get tired easy
but not nearly as bad as before so with me working all day by the time I get
home I am worn out and don’t have the energy to go work in the dirt. However in
all this I recognize that my healing continues, that I am in much better shape
mentally and physically than I was just a year ago. I am always grateful for
any improvement.
I had the privilege of going into
the prison dormitory that has been set up as the “Faith Dorm”. It is an area
reserved for prisoners who have expressed their faith in God. The requirements
are inclusive of all faiths so it is not limited to only those of the Christian
faith. Through the Kairos ministry I was able to go there and we showed a movie
on the Resurrection. It was great to be there in their “house”. I look forward
to spending some more time with them, when the Lord makes that time available.
This happened last Saturday and boy
was that a long day. I got up at 5:30 in the morning to catch a ride to the
Lynaugh prison in Fort Stockton, where we had a great time of fellowship with
the men in white. I also was able to renew my training with the Texas Department
of Corrections that is required for me to go into the prisons. In the business
of my life I had forgotten about that and learned the training date had expired
in November.
I didn’t get back to the farm until
after 5:00 PM and had to get to the Smith prison by 6:30 so Cherie fixed me a
quick meal and I was out the door for the hour drive to Lamesa. By the time
that was all done it was 8:30 before I could leave the prison. There was a sand
storm that had blown in so the temperatures had dropped dramatically and
visibility was poor. It wasn’t as bad as a sand storm I had driven home in last
year but it was still nasty. There was a vehicle behind me that looks like the
one the pastor that kicked me out of her church because she was jealous drives.
I normally don’t like cars following me close but figured that whoever it was
couldn’t see well so used my tail lights as a way of making sure they were on
the road. Because of that I allowed them to follow me close without pulling over
to let them go by.
We went to a great event that was
held here in Midland on Monday. It was a 4 day event that brought people from
many churches together in unity to pray for the city and for God to move in a
dramatic way. I wished we would have been able to attend all four days but that
wasn’t to be. I was amazed at how many people we met whom we knew. There was
one person there who has caused many problems for us through her poison tongue
and I went to tell her we still loved her and were praying but she scurried
past keeping her head down and refusing to look up even though I called to her.
It is so sad to see such things but in these last days we will see much more
than this. There is a lot of deception in the church and many wolves in sheep’s
clothing, who have all the outward appearance of good holy people but inside
are ate up with great evil.
While at McDonalds, in line to order
breakfast, a man saw my Vietnam Veteran hat and thanked me for my service. I
appreciate that very much but the truth is no one shot at me because I was a
crew chief on B-52’s so I don’t feel that I deserve much accolades because the
ones who were in the thick of things are the ones who paid a tremendous price.
I asked him if he would like to sit and talk as we ate breakfast and he agreed.
He is an assistant pastor with a local church and also a war veteran, having
done multiple tours in Iraq. There he was a chaplain assigned with special
forces groups and would rappel down from helicopters with them into the fire
zones. I enjoyed our time together and told him that there are no accidents in my
life so suspect we will see each other again.
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