The Hobo…… and the “Pot of Gold”
I am a “Hobo” in this world
far from being poor
I have divested myself of many things that were cluttering my doors 🚪
the doorways to a life that was divinely orchestrated and arranged
the price I agreed to pay 💰 was to turn my life and will over to the Creator and His Son and that’s exactly what I did and that decision serves me well
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I have oftentimes wondered along the way where this travel plan would lead
only to be amazed with new friends and things I never would had conceived
I was busy watching 🦅 birds fly…..not watching where I stepped …… that vantage point, closer to the ground….. enabled me to see something’s I may have missed…. God’s gifts to me
Funny how missteps can become a blessing
when we are stopped in our tracks
that pause rendered “ the love of my life “ (Joan)and two friends that are more valuable to me then money 💰 could ever buy (Jim and Lovely)
so as this Hobo wanders I keep my suitcase light and take with me my friends and Love … the real treasure of this Life
Oboe the Hobo
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