Guest blog: The Flow of God by Gwyn Dooley

Guest blog: The Flow of God by Gwyn Dooley

There’s a river that flows serenely
The waters pure and clear
Coming from the Throne Room
Of God, in Heaven so near
Its current will carry you safely
To shores of impossible dreams
Dreams only God can deliver
In the flow of His Living streams
So sever the ties and hoist anchor
Embark on the journey of faith
Leaving oars on the banks of the river
Ride the tide, your destiny awaits!
                                        by: Gwyn Dooley

North Carolina


Past, present & plans: 10-30-16

Past, present & plans 10-30-16




We raised several acres of tobacco on the farm and at different times dad would hire some of my friends to help.


In case you don’t know, tobacco plants produce what we called suckers and that’s where tobacco seeds come from. If you let the seeds grow the rest of the plant doesn’t grow as well, so you should remove the suckers.



Try to remove the suckers before they flower


There are several ways you can remove the suckers. One is by taking your thumb and fore finger of the same hand and bend the sucker till it pops off. The second way, is to take one hand and bend the sucker over and cut it off with a knife that’s in the other hand.


This one particular day my best friend, Jimmy and I, were topping the tobacco. We were topping two rows apiece at a time, while racing to the end of the rows. Jimmy was popping with his bare hands and I was cutting with a hawkbill knife.



Hawkbill knife


As I was looking to see how far a head of me he was, I cut into my left index finger knuckle and had to go to the hospital. I guess now we know which way is faster, safer too.




Yesterday was a busy day, but a very fun day too. I hung with my buddy Matt most of the day. First I showed him a lot and trailer I was thinking about buying, it fell through by the way. Second we went to a Metro PCS store in Waldorf where Matt bought a new phone.



As a single man, I could live here for the rest of my life.


Thirdly, we attended an event sponsored by Life’s Journey Writer’s Guild, LJWG for short. LJWG is a place where writers go for information and inspiration. Matt and I have a thirst to become writers, so it seems like a good place where we can learn.


It was called the LJWG’s Big Quarterly and held at Regency Furniture Stadium, where the Blue Crabs play baseball. The affair included approximately twenty different kinds of venders. Several members of the LJWG were selling and signing they’re books. An excellent buffet and all of this was free to the public. Close to a hundred guest visited and listen to the vendor’s sales pitch. Excellent turn out, but it was missing one thing and that was YOU.


St. Charles, MD




No plans today except, watch the Redskins play football in London, England. My buddy Larry did say, “Let’s go to Marie’s for lunch.” So I guess I do have plans.



La Plata, MD




I was planning to post this before the game, but that didn’t happen. The game ended in a tie and we ate at Hibachi Sushi and Supreme Buffet.


Waldorf, MD

Past, present & plans: 10-28-16

Past, present & plans 10-28-16




We had a mule, ¾ horse, pigs, cow, calf, dogs and cats. Our first fenced in area was about one and half acres of high ground. As dad and I were digging the holes for the gate he told me, “The hole will be there when the pole is long gone.” I didn’t realize till a few years later, that he was talking about sex.


This area was for cows, equine, horse stall, corn bin and piles of material. Dad, George and I were in the corn crib working on something, when mom came out. We didn’t see it, but she said, “That cow chased me, so I ran back to the house.”


Dad said, “Your mom was raised around chickens, but she’s afraid of larger animals.” I can’t remember mom ever coming back out there.


George got kicked in the chest by the mule one day, so that’s why he didn’t play with the horses anymore. Poor George, shortly after that, during a Pony League baseball game, he got his jaw broke by a fastball that didn’t curve. I can’t remember him playing much baseball after that either.




Yesterday I talked to a man that has a small lot of waterfront property for sale. I might be able to buy it on time. The lot is very small, but has water, sewer and electric on it.


It’s big enough to accommodate a small trailer, couple of sheds, deck, fishing pier and a two car parking area. I like living on the houseboat, but it would be nice to own my own land again.




I have a trailer that needs a little work and that’s something I can take care of myself. Right now it’s my storage shed.


I have no money and get very little every month; so the work on the trailer, building the deck, sheds and pier will take a while to complete. But it would be mine and the little money I get is enough to pay for it.

Marble, NC trip: Wow! Look at that.

Marble, NC trip: Wow! Look at that.


I love taking pictures! At some point I would like to take a photography class to learn more about shadows, bokeh, depth of field and other crap like that. I have no idea what some of the photos I take are, but that’s why they are so special.


Raymond and I heard there was going to be go-cart races on Saturday night. While looking for the entrance, we came across this nice structure.




Earlier that day we came across this odd item. Little hint; behind it, in the distance is a field of grapevines.




At some point during the trip we were in Brasstown, North Carolina, when we saw this piece of plumbing.




The next day we were at a store called Mercier Restaurant in Blue Ridge, Georgia. We were visiting with a friend, Gwyn Dooley, when we found this.




Downtown Coker Creek, Tennessee consisted of an out of business old gas station, visitor’s center and this piece of art.




Just outside of town was the Coker Creek festival, we found out that was the only place to get a bite to eat for miles around.


After finding the food we sat at a picnic table about sixty feet away from a band. To the right of the band was a cool little fire truck serving ice cream.




Behind us was a quaint little elementary school with a very unique roof. I’ve been a carpenter all my life and I spent the rest of the day planning how I would build it.


We all know, if you build it they will come.

Your three words, my little story: Gwyn’s words

Your three words, my little story
Gwyn’s words: avarice, furtive and vacuous


John never likes going to the city, but they need the money. His wife told him, “This is the only possible job we have honey. We really need this.”


“I know sweetie. We could end up with the roof, siding, drywall and trim. It could feed us for a few months.”
The client was a nice man, but had no construction sense at all. With a client like that they will either put all their trust in you or stand over you and question everything you say or do.
This client thinks everything can be done in five minutes. So it wasn’t a surprise to see his VACUOUS AVARICE attitude toward the time and price of the bid. “I didn’t think it would take this long or cost this much.”


John explained the job, step by step, then the client realized the hard work and experience needed to finish a job of this size.


Before John could go to Sloan and deposit the check into his account, he pulled into the Hechinger’s parking lot. He sat in his truck for awhile, looking at his material list and wondering how much he owed them. A check of this size will take several days to clear. So he wouldn’t be able to pay the bill down or off, till the end of the week.


He felt a little embarrassed and FURTIVE about walking into the store. He can always go to the Sloan Hardware, but he can save hundreds if he bought the bulk of the material here.


He decided to go to his bank and prepare to start the job next week. He thought one day at a time is normally a safe approach.