March 12, 2025

For the past three months I have not been out fishin’. Or doing anything else recreational. I was sick. Very sick…bed-bound most of the time. This was a result of actually being heartsick over the past four years, and what the demon-rats did to this country.

Ohhhh! Come on! For those of you who are offended by the term “demon-rats” – don’t write me or complain!!! For years, leading up to the Biden-lunacy-man-bun-administration, I’d heard this term and never used it. Okay, I rarely used it. But now, it is completely fair, and you know it.

Anyway, I started getting sick the beginning of last year. About mid-way through the year the Lord said to me, “It’s your heart.” I took Him literally and began getting heart tests, along with every other kind of blood test, ultrasound, nuclear test, urine test, endocrine system test, etc., etc., etc. Every medical test known to man. But the doctors could find nothing.

And then, on December 23rd, I lost a good friend. He died suddenly in his sleep. He went to bed about an hour before his wife and as far as she knew, he was watching TV. When she followed a little while later, she kept nudging him to turn the TV off. When he didn’t respond, she went around to his side of the bed to find the remote, and to her horror, she found that he was gone.

He was an undoubting believer.

After that, I got even sicker. I couldn’t get out of bed most days. Couldn’t walk; couldn’t even stand up. Finally, I knew the Lord was speaking not about my pumper, but the seat of my emotions. I wasn’t focusing enough on Him and was clearly heartsick over the condition of our beautiful land. So, I began spending more time in the Word of God, in prayer, and I had to take time off from researching the news. After the election, like millions of Americans, I felt like I could breathe again. The Lord said, “Rest.” So I did.

And now, He is saying, “You are on the front lines. No more time to grieve; you have to get up and press forward in the battle.”

And so, here we are.

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