"Upon the wicked He shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and a horrible tempest, this shall be the portion of their cup." (Psalm 11:6)
Never let it be said that the ranch hand does not sleep soundly for a least a few winks per night.
Last night being no different, the ole fat boy hit the designated snooze pad bout 10PM and went into blessed oblivion.
At some unknown point beyond the know meridians....the good Lord reckoned it was time to wake up the gray haired fat man and do a bit of spring cleaning on the Tin Star Ranch.... and thus it was so.
Sports fans, we is talkin' "snares and fire" (thunder/roar), "brimstone" (lightnin' on steroids) and "a horrible tempest" from hell (AKA brute force wind).
Needless to say, this morn's cheery greeting include downed trees, limbs cast akimbo, everything inside the "yard"....outside the "yard" (some of which left the county).
God's will be done!
We are now cleansed....our palette is refreshed...and we are ready to start anew (Uh....dear Savior...could we maybe hold off on the next "blow" for a few til your humble ranch hand ketches up with the "clean up" on this blessing?
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