tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:/posts GREG's POSTHAVEN 2023-12-06T01:35:24Z gregs.posthaven.com tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2058843 2023-12-06T01:35:23Z 2023-12-06T01:35:24Z For fans of “It’s A Wonderful Life” or Jimmy Stewart.

For all the fans of “It’s A Wonderful Life” and Jimmy Stewart. Just months after winning his 1941 Academy Award for best actor in “The Philadelphia Story,” Jimmy Stewart, one of the best-known actors of the day, left Hollywood and joined the US Army. He was the first big-name movie star to enlist in World War II.
An accomplished private pilot, the 33-year-old Hollywood icon became a US Army Air Force aviator, earning his 2nd Lieutenant commission in early 1942. With his celebrity status and huge popularity with the American public, he was assigned to starring in recruiting films, attending rallies, and training younger pilots.
Stewart, however, wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to fly combat missions in Europe, not spend time in a stateside training command. By 1944, frustrated and feeling the war was passing him by, he asked his commanding officer to transfer him to a unit deploying to Europe. His request was reluctantly granted.
Stewart, now a Captain, was sent to England, where he spent the next 18 months flying B-24 Liberator bombers over Germany. Throughout his time overseas, the US Army Air Corps' top brass had tried to keep the popular movie star from flying over enemy territory. But Stewart would hear nothing of it.
Determined to lead by example, he bucked the system, assigning himself to every combat mission he could. By the end of the war he was one of the most respected and decorated pilots in his unit.
But his wartime service came at a high personal price.
In the final months of WWII he was grounded for being “flak happy,” today called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).
When he returned to the US in August 1945, Stewart was a changed man. He had lost so much weight that he looked sickly. He rarely slept, and when he did he had nightmares of planes exploding and men falling through the air screaming (in one mission alone his unit had lost 13 planes and 130 men, most of whom he knew personally).
He was depressed, couldn’t focus, and refused to talk to anyone about his war experiences. His acting career was all but over.
As one of Stewart's biographers put it, "Every decision he made [during the war] was going to preserve life or cost lives. He took back to Hollywood all the stress that he had built up.”
In 1946 he got his break. He took the role of George Bailey, the suicidal father in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The rest is history.
Actors and crew of the set realized that in many of the disturbing scenes of George Bailey unraveling in front of his family, Stewart wasn’t acting. His PTSD was being captured on filmed for potentially millions to see.
But despite Stewart's inner turmoil, making the movie was therapeutic for the combat veteran. He would go on to become one of the most accomplished and loved actors in American history.
When asked in 1941 why he wanted to leave his acting career to fly combat missions over Nazi Germany, he said, "This country's conscience is bigger than all the studios in Hollywood put together, and the time will come when we'll have to fight.”
This holiday season, as many of us watch the classic Christmas film, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” it’s also a fitting time to remember the sacrifices of Jimmy Stewart and all the men who gave up so much to serve their country during wartime. We will always remember you!
While fighting in Europe, Stewart's Oscar statue was proudly displayed in his father’s Pennsylvania hardware store. Throughout his life, the beloved actor always said his father, a World War I veteran, was the person who had made the biggest impact on him.
Jimmy Stewart was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 1985 and died in 1997 at the age of 89.

-- Ned Forney, Writer, Saluting America's Veterans

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2055891 2023-11-28T00:32:51Z 2023-11-28T00:33:56Z What Is Contentment? Do I have it?
  • Contentment is not laziness.
  • Contentment is the opposite of coveting. 
  • Coveting is "when and then" thinking.
  • Contentment is independence from circumstances.
  • Contentment is not natural.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2043748 2023-11-03T14:40:10Z 2023-11-03T14:40:10Z Long Life Hack (Marriage Edition)

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totalling $95,000.
He asked her about the contents.

"When we were to be married,' she said, ' my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two Precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two Times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with Happiness.

'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?'
'Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.
Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2013441 2023-11-01T12:00:03Z 2023-11-01T12:00:03Z HAWAIIAN SWEET POTATO BALLS
  • 4 lg. cooked & mashed sweet potatoes
  • 2-3 tsp. butter
  • 1 tsp. salt
  • 1/8 tsp. pepper
  • Pinch of cinnamon & nutmeg
  • 2-3 tbsp. brown sugar
  • Crushed corn flakes
  • 8 pineapple rings
  • 8 maraschino cherries

Mix sweet potatoes, butter, salt, pepper, cinnamon, nutmeg and brown sugar well. Make into 8 balls. Roll balls in crushed corn flakes. Place ball on top of pineapple slice and top with cherries. Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. 

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2019840 2023-10-17T06:59:06Z 2023-10-17T06:59:06Z The RAVEN


Read along below...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
            Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
            Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
            This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
            Darkness there and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
            Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
            ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
            With such name as “Nevermore.”

    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
            Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
            Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
            She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted—nevermore!

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2035974 2023-10-13T13:40:32Z 2023-10-13T13:40:32Z Abraham’s son part of Israel, 1900 BC

The land of Israel has been populated by the Jewish people since 2000 BC. 

Here's the timeline, in case you didn't realize that it is their homeland, as designated by Yahweh.

1900 BC: Abraham chosen by God as the Father of the Jewish Nation.
1900 BC: Isaac, Abraham's son, rules over Israel.
1850 BC: Jacob, son of Issac, rules over Israel.
1400 BC: Moses leads the people out of Egypt and back to Israel.
1010 BC: King David unites the 12 tribes into one nation.
970 BC: King Solomon, son of David, builds the first temple structure in Jerusalem
930 BC: Israel is divided into two kingdoms, the Kingdom of Israel and the Kingdom of Judah.
800s BC: The rise of the prophets, God's messengers.
722 BC: Kingdom of Israel is conquered by Assyrians.
605 BC: Kingdom Judah is conquered by the Babylonians.
586 BC: Solomon's Temple is destroyed by the Babylonians.
539 BC: Persians conquer the Babylonians and take control of Israel.
538 BC: The Jews return to Israel from exile.
520 BC: The Temple is rebuilt.
450 BC: Reforms made by Ezra and Nehemiah.
433 BC: Malachi is the end of the prophetic age.
432 BC: The last group of Jews return from exile.
333 BC: The Greeks conquer the Persian empire.
323 BC: The Egyptian and Syrian empire take over Israel.
167 BC: Hasmonean's recapture Israel, and the Jews are ruled independently.
70 BC: Romans conquer Israel.
20 BC: King Herod builds the "third" temple
6 BC: Jesus Christ is born in Bethlehem
70 AD: Romans destroy the temple

After that, the people were captives to the Romans, Byzantines, Arabs, and Crusaders. Through all of these events, the Jewish people continued to live in Israel. There were more or less of them, depending on the centuries, but there was never a time when the Jews didn't live in the land. They stayed, they built their communities, they raised their families, practiced their faith and they suffered at the hands of many outside rulers, but they always kept their faith. It is what sustains them, even now.
In 1948, the UN established the State of Israel, the nation of Jews. Don't buy the Palestinian lies that they are entitled to the land. It simply is not true. Yahweh will also provide a way for his chosen people to live in Israel, as He has for thousands of years. Pray for the people of Israel.
Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2033159 2023-10-06T04:58:09Z 2023-10-06T04:58:10Z To check or not to check.

Dear Targets, Kohl’s, Walmarts, ALDIs, Home Depot , Jewel & all other stores that have self checkout.

You are heading towards almost exclusively self-checkout now.
The lady checking receipts at the exit was stopping everyone.
I didn't choose to participate in that nonsense, I had already
filled my cart
emptied my cart
scanned the items
refilled my cart
and so I just skipped the exit line and left.
I heard her saying "umm - Excuse me “ as I kept walking and raised the receipt above my head, leaving the store.
You can either trust me to do self-checkout, or you can put your cashiers back in place like it used to be.
• I'm not interested in proving that I did your job for you.
• If you want me to be a cashier with no training then that's your problem not mine.
• Keep employing young people and give them job opportunities.
Signed ......All of us

These are jobs that are needed to have for young & old.
Copied and pasted, because I agree 100%.
Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2029691 2023-09-27T05:31:43Z 2023-09-27T05:31:43Z Another cheesy but colorful art piece by yours truly.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2028324 2023-09-23T01:49:44Z 2023-09-23T01:50:12Z Outdoorsy art from almost 2 years ago.

I have a friend who likes to spend free time hiking alone. 

From that i was inspired to make this piece…

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2026110 2023-09-17T22:04:28Z 2023-09-17T22:07:03Z TGIF! Weekend Anthem 37 of 2023

This weekend I thought I’d pick An Album 💿 

Lauren Daigle” - The New {Self-Titled} Album

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2025533 2023-09-16T06:17:49Z 2023-09-16T06:17:50Z Under-titled.

An other random piece I made with who know what tool. 

…Of some unknown random person. Or was it?

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2024422 2023-09-13T11:26:23Z 2023-09-13T11:47:22Z 50 cents or $200, A tale of Kindness.

A Lady asks: "How much do you sell your eggs for?" The old vendor replies "50 cents an egg, madam". The Lady says, I'll take 6 eggs for $2.50 or I'm leaving. The old salesman replies buy them at the price you want, Madam. This is a good start for me because I haven't sold a single egg today and I need this to live. She bought her eggs at a bargain price and left with the feeling that she had won. She got into her fancy car and went to a fancy restaurant with her friend. She and her friend ordered what they wanted. They ate a little and left a lot of what they had asked for. So they paid the bill, which was $150. The ladies gave $200 and told the fancy restaurant owner to keep the change as a tip.

This story might seem quite normal to the owner of the fancy restaurant, but very unfair to the egg seller.

The questions it raises is:

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮?
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆?

I once read, that a father used to buy goods from poor people at high prices, even though he didn't need the things. Sometimes he paid extra for them. His son was amazed. One day the son asked him "Why are you doing this dad?" 

Then the father replied, "It's charity wrapped in dignity, son."
Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2023839 2023-09-12T00:19:14Z 2023-09-12T02:54:27Z Patriot Day, 22 years later

Patriot Day falls on 11th September (also commonly known as ‘Nine-Eleven’) and is remembered globally as the anniversary of the catastrophic terrorist attacks on the USA of 11th September 2001.

Embedded in the memories of everyone who lived through it, this was the day four jet planes were hijacked and crashed into the New York World Trade Center and the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, causing the deaths of 2,977 people. The fourth plane (United Airlines Flight 93) was directed at Washington DC, but its passengers bravely attempted to take back control and it crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

The large majority of those lost after the attacks on the Twin Towers were working at or above the points of collision; thousands of people who had gone to work that morning like every other day, found themselves suddenly stranded at the top of a burning skyscraper. A number made the choice to jump from the flaming buildings rather than wait to be caught by the flames or for the building to collapse. No one could forget the terrifying and heartbreaking stories and images captured by the news footage of the day.

Lyrics (Read along with the music)...

]]> Greg Fellin tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2022875 2023-09-10T01:53:32Z 2023-09-10T02:19:19Z TGIF! Weekend Anthem 36 of 2023

Off the very first cassette tape I ever bought from my paper route money, delivering newspapers for The Seattle Times.




]]> Greg Fellin tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2022150 2023-09-08T00:57:05Z 2023-09-08T05:41:22Z 20 things to help move you towards happiness.
  1. Compliment three people every day.
  2. Watch a sunrise at least once a year.
  3. Be the first to say, "Hello.
  4. Live beneath your means.
  5. Treat everyone like you want to be treated.
  6. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen.
  7. Forget the Joneses.
  8. Never deprive someone of hope. It may be all he has.
  9. Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage.
  10. Be tough-minded but tenderhearted.
  11. Be kinder than necessary.
  12. Don't forget, a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated
  13. Keep your promises
  14. Learn to show cheerfulness, even when you don't feel like it.
  15. Remember that overnight success usually takes about 15 years.
  16. Leave everything better than you found it.
  17. Remember that winners do what losers don't want to do.
  18. When you arrive at your job in the morning, let the first thing you say brighten everyone's day.
  19. Don't rain on other people's parades.
  20. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2020873 2023-09-05T05:38:59Z 2023-09-05T05:51:40Z The many faces of Greg!

One of many of my video on My YouTube channel.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2020740 2023-09-03T09:00:00Z 2023-09-04T21:57:38Z TGIF! Weekend Anthem 35 of 2023 PETRA, BEAT THE SYSTEM from the 1985 album of the same name.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2019849 2023-09-02T19:12:12Z 2023-09-02T19:27:50Z Jimmy Buffett: Margaritaville singer dies aged 76

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2013443 2023-09-01T13:00:03Z 2023-09-01T13:00:03Z IRISH SODA BREAD

In large bowl mix ingredients in order.

  • 2 - 3/4 Cups Blanched Almond Flour
  • 1/4 t. Salt
  • 1 - 1/2 t. Baking Soda
  • 2 T.  Apple Cider Vinegar
  • 2 T.  Agave Nectar or Honey
  • 2 Eggs
  • 1/2  Cup Cranraisins, Dried Dates or Raisins

Place dough on parchment paper or foil & form a large flat circle (8-9" across).

Bake at 350 degrees for 20 minutes.

Score into 8 pieces, like a pizza, with a knife.

Cool & store in a large zip lock bag.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2018856 2023-08-31T03:01:23Z 2023-08-31T03:01:24Z Thanks for the iPad, Grandma

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2015609 2023-08-25T10:00:00Z 2023-08-25T22:35:06Z TGIF! Weekend Anthem 34 of 2023

This week we have a couple goodies.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe .. 1964 .. Didn't it Rain .. Blues and Gospel train

And 24 years later, from 1988

Skyscraper - David Lee Roth

Do you have a song you'd call a Weekend Anthem song?
If so please share it in the comments below. You just may get a special surprise in the mail from Greg!

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2014752 2023-08-24T09:00:01Z 2023-08-24T13:00:03Z God Of The Bible In Ancient China

Two lessons showing from the Chinese language (first hour) & history (second hour) that the God of the Bible is ShangDi the Supreme God of the Chinese. 

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2014751 2023-08-22T13:00:05Z 2023-08-23T04:33:40Z The Man With No Legal Identity - Off the Grid in Appalachia 🇺🇸

Deep in the woods of rural Appalachia is a man that lives alone on his land. He grows his own food, has no government ID, his overhead is $140 a month, and he possesses a claimed happiness by being free from the system, inspired by faith. More information just click the title on the video, itself.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2014117 2023-08-21T11:00:05Z 2023-08-21T18:36:55Z An Large Oak Tree or a mushroom 🍄

Prayer 🙏 

I need Your love. Today I’m opening myself up in a way like never before. Put Your love in every room in my heart. Fill my mind, life, body, hands, and feet with Your love. Oh mighty Creator, thank you for loving me. Thank you for creating me. Thank you for dying for me. Thank you for forgiving me. Thank you for giving the promise of your Spirit to be put inside me. I don’t understand it all, but I want to be filled with Your love, learn to love You, and love the people in my life. Forgive me for my immature love. I need to become a mature lover. I ask You to do what I could never do in me and my relationships alone. I must learn to offer grace. I want to learn to express faith and trust. I want to know to expect the best. I want to learn to endure the worst, even in sickness and health. I pray this prayer humbly, in your precious name. Amen.

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2013431 2023-08-20T08:00:00Z 2023-08-22T02:44:50Z I before E, except after C

Except when your foreign neighbor Keith obtains eight counterfeit beige sleighs from feisty caffeinated weightlifters. Weird, huh?

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2013910 2023-08-20T04:47:14Z 2023-08-22T03:00:40Z Friday Unplanned Guest & Friday Night Chill.
“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.”
“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.””

Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2013419 2023-08-19T01:04:01Z 2023-08-22T02:45:09Z Why Carry a Gun?

My old Grandpa said to me, 'Son, there comes a time in every man's life when he stops bustin' knuckles and starts bustin' caps and usually it's when he becomes too old to take a whoopin'.'

I don't carry a gun to kill people; I carry a gun to keep from being killed.
I don't carry a gun because I'm evil; I carry a gun because I have lived long enough to see the evil in the World.
I don't carry a gun because I hate the government; I carry a gun because I understand the limitations of government.
I don't carry a gun because I'm angry; I carry a gun so that I don't have to spend the rest of my life hating myself for failing to be prepared.
Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2013014 2023-08-18T12:00:00Z 2023-08-23T22:59:53Z TGIF! Weekend Anthem 33 of 2023

Rich Men North of Richmond lyrics

I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
So I can sit out here and waste my life away
Drag back home and drown my troubles away
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The Heartland is Rising Up ⬆️ from Dear America Podcast.
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Greg Fellin
tag:gregs.posthaven.com,2013:Post/2011411 2023-08-14T03:23:54Z 2023-09-04T21:48:14Z TGIF! Weekend Anthem 32 of 2023

Sunday edition:

From Amy Grant's 1982's album "Age to Age"

Greg Fellin