Please God let me see the light!
Oh may lord! The mayor of Quitman, Steve Watkins, came by knock, knock, knocking upon my front door Tuesday morning, April 19. I was in the backyard doing yard work, cleaning up fallen limbs and debris from the Easter weekend storm, pulling up newly emerging kudzu vines. I saw the City pickup truck out front and called, "I'm around back!" Then from around the corner of my home the mayor and a city maintenance worker appeared to my surprise.
Never in all my life has a mayor ever come to visit at my home. Mr. Watkins thanked me for getting the front lawn mowed. I assured him that I would have done it sooner, but for the pain in my lower back. I said, "I ain't as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was." I've been wanting to use that quote from Toby Keith, one of my favorite CW singers and song writer, and it just popped out as I was speaking with mayor Watkins.
The mayor had read about the Kudzu vine war I have been fighting. He brought a crew over with weed eaters and proceeded to cut the kudzu and other overgrowth sprouting in the easements which boarder my property on Anderson Street and Bailey Avenue. What the crew with weed eaters was able to do that morning saved these old bones a lot of aching.
Fighting the Kudzu is a never ending process. Indeed, the weed eaters were a God send. Thank you kindly mayor Watkins for helping this old man fight the Kudzu war.
It is Spring and the kudzu vines are just starting to sprout and grow. I wonder if Steve Watkins and the City will continue to maintain the easements? What really needs done is to install a culvert and curve along Anderson Street, to enclose the sewer which is also breeding rats and rodents. I would like to ask the mayor and Board of Aldermen to please appropriate the funds to fix this ditch. Call in the engineer and get an estimate. Then vote it up or down. That would cost less in the long run and fix the problem for good. Thank you!
Should God be listening perhaps He will answer my prayers.
Heavenly Father, Thank you for your guidance, for the friendly neighbors and kind hearted souls which grace my small town; for the mayor and Board of Aldermen, and weed eaters too.
"I ain't as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was." These bones are aching from pulling up kudzu vines and cleaning up litter left by winter's storms. Yet still I labor and will endeavor to do good work until the day I die.
The kudzu war goes on. I've resolved to learn how to live with the kudzu, how to make wreaths, dream catchers, and other art and crafts from kudzu.
I pray kind hearts and good people everywhere will contribute what they can to help their friends, neighbors, and loved ones.
Amen.
Perhaps God has reasons for the kudzu as yet we are to learn. Please let me and everyone see the light.
