Gone Fishin’…with Okry

If you’d told me a month ago that I’d be blogging for all God’s web-savvy children to see, I would’ve thought that you had stumbled upon the special “flower-makin’ machine” in the back of the Morrison sisters’ hothouse in Mayberry…and imbibed therefrom.

What an adventure it’s been…and I am having a blast!

Thank you, old friends and new readers, for traveling with me down this completely unexpected fork in my road. It’s nothing short of life-changing.

I’m mighty happy that, along the way, some of my words have sparked memories from the chapters of your story.

Precious how those memories linger, isn’t it.

Truth be told, I love when you share them in the public comments or in messages or face-to-face conversations.

But, Lord have mercy, I’ve also been overwhelmed. Some of my words have touched your heart…well…I never dreamed….

If there’s one thing I have learned over the past few weeks it’s the sacredness of vulnerability and trust.

You’ve been very kind, and I thank you.

I am most appreciative, though, of the support and enthusiasm expressed by my family still on this side of glory. There’s a mighty power in those two words…my family. Nothin’ but love.

In my blogging, I’ve also reconnected with several of the greatest generation of our family who have gone on…healing is a gift.

But now, I need to ask you for a favor. Please hang tight the next couple days.

Full disclosure…I’m beginning to explore the how-to of podcasting to enhance the stretch to Pletcher. It’s a totally foreign world, but I’m open to anything on this trip.

Podcasting…funny word. I can hear Daddy now…”Is that fishin’ with okry?” he’d ask with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

So, yep, Daddy. Y’baby boy’s putt’n’ the sign out:

Gone Fishin’…with Okry.

Steve Latham – May 17, 2017

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