Fence sitter

I have sometimes thought that in the war in heaven before man came to earth that I might well have been an early fence sitter. I think it highly possible that the winds of war just came along and blew me to the side of righteousness. It isn't that I am by nature a bad person, just a somewhat lazy one, and I am sure the  Lord is well aware of my weaknesses. Which is why it surprises and doesn't surprise me at the same time when He maneuvers me into something I either think I can't do or don't think I really want to. Don't get me wrong I always have free choice, but it is hard to deny there is a desire on His part for me when all roads of escape seem to be blocked, and I have to make a choice. Usually by that time the choice has been made very clear, so there is little decision except the one to do or not.

One of those things in life...

I'm no genius, I've spent most if my adult life married to a sort of geek. He is not so bad that I have to spend my life looking up things he has told me, although upon occasion I have done that. But still it has been a bit of a keep up or else kind of thing. Technology is his shiny object, and I have had to lean to keep up with the systems, computers, and processors that have flowed thru the house over the years. If I sound a little sour I really am not, somewhere on my refrigerator there is a magnet that says    something to the effect of failure to keep up with technology will hinder your ability to survive it. I firmly believe we live to the age we can endure and no longer. Those able to most adapt live the longest, and more important live under less stress. Things not understood can become things that frustrate, and frustration breeds stress, stress kills.
It has been commented that I am a very lay back kind of person, I wasn't born this way, I was in my youth the ultimate contender. I would pick an argument just to have one, even if I really agreed with the other view point, playing the devil's advocate was fun for me. As a very young child my sisters were afraid to take me places because I would usually say the first thing I thought, it usually was also the first thing they thought, but were old enough and polite enough not to say it. I had no compulsion, I just blurted out what I was thinking. I am not sure if I just didn't care,I would like to think I just didn't have the maturity to know what one says can be hurtful. Thank goodness my kids were less inclined to be like me. It took me a long time to learn the lesson my mother tried to instill in me, she use to say, "quietness beats the devil".  She learned that from her own father who was a gentle, quiet man with a volatile wife and 12 kids, he should have been a basket case yet he learned peace. I guess I learned it too.

Source

BIOGRAPHY: Pleasurville United Methodist Ch 135th Anniversary flyer 2606 N.Sherman St, York gives following account page 5

"A man named Anthony Seiple, known as the "king of possums" lived in a small

village near the city of York. Earning this title because he was an avid "coon

and possum hunter", the community in which he lived, soon beame known as

"Possumtown". Later on, its citizens decided that their town needed a "more

desirable" name, thus, the name of Pleasureville."

I am very proud of my ancestry with little fanfare they manage to survive their simple lives and to leave a legacy that would put the royal born kings and queens to shame.  It matters very little that they left few records, or that the records left of them never bore their own hand since most of them were illiterate. They did what no king or queen probably ever did, cut out of rough terra a home and left it in a condition that generations now enjoy, without them and their ilk this country would look much different, without the simple landed man there would be no country.