And, Finally…

And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow–not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. Romans 8:38

Budgetary limits prevent my continuing with WaterWader. I will continue to share videos on Facebook, however….that is as long as there is no additional charge. Before I go, let me share one specific fact that is irreversible. For all eternity, I will remain an “Austin” and for that same period of time, I will be an adopted son of GOD. Even though there were times when, either my children, parents or I claimed otherwise, WE were and will be ‘Austins’. I believe and pray,  that we are all members of GOD’s Family, also. Romans 8:38 guarantees that we shall never be disowned….NEVER!  And, NEVER is a very long time, donchaknow.  So, as we walk this lonesome valley of tears, never lose sight of HE who walks with us. Catch you on ‘live video’ on Facebook! HeeeLawsey! Really! And that’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN

Tick, Tick, Tick

I have a decision to make. This blog has been a blessing, but it is costly.  I have discovered that I can share, by video, on Facebook at no cost. My budget limits me, therefore, this will be the last month for ‘WaterWader’. If you wish, you may join me daily on Facebook. If you are using Facebook and have not made a ‘friend’ request, please do so. God Bless You and Keep You.  JGA

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Her Last Bus Ride

Marietta Marich has made her final ‘curtain call’.  The Houston Stage has lost a stirring voice. Thousands of people benefitted from the talent that was, both spending midnight with her and enjoying her performance on the stage. I witnessed her ‘Academy Award’ performance when she determined that it was time to put the -30- mark on The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”.  I believe she didn’t wish to continue, especially when the indicators were that it was a super hit with years to go. Those of us who were blessed by her presence, and that of her daughter, will never forget her. She punched that bus ticket for the final time, once and for all. Heaven’s gift is our loss. May the memory of hours of joy and entertainment excellence ring in hearts, forever. I pray that the empty chair at our table has been traded for one at the Table of GOD.  That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.  AMEN