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Admin	HOME Posted : 31 Mar, 2011 10:15 PM When I was a boy one of my favorite things to do was walk the creek behind my house. Those walks were exciting for me. There were rocks to skip, birds to watch, dams to build, animal tracks to follow! And if I made it to the mouth of the creek my dog and I would sit and share lunch. Lol I'd stay as long as I could but my daddy wanted me home before sunset and it got dark fast in the woods. I'd be wishing along the way that I was already home. Our house sat on a hill behind some trees but the light was always on till all the family was in. Often, my dad would be waiting for me on the back porch. He'd always ask, "How'd it go"? I'd say,"Pretty good but it's good to be home". The memories of walking that creek made me think about the journey I'm on now. It's not always easy but I know my Father is waiting in my eternal home. I'm expected there. The Light is on and Jesus is waiting! He might say, How'd it go? Pretty good I'll say, but it's good to be home! Post Reply
View Profile History	HOME Posted : 31 Mar, 2011 10:34 PM Psalm 73:24,25 -------- Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.Who have I in heaven but thee? And there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee. Post Reply
View Profile History	HOME Posted : 1 Apr, 2011 04:07 AM Great post! Thanks Chevy Post Reply
View Profile History	HOME Posted : 1 Apr, 2011 08:11 AM thank u Chevy Post Reply
View Profile History	HOME Posted : 1 Apr, 2011 08:41 AM Beautiful, chevy! You should put your thoughts as these of your childhood into short story form into a book ... self-publish. Post Reply
View Profile History	HOME Posted : 1 Apr, 2011 08:42 AM Touched my lil ol heart Chevy...thank you for bringing it home with the scripture...luv ya Bro...xo Post Reply
View Profile History	HOME Posted : 3 Apr, 2011 04:08 PM Chevy, that was soooooo beautiful to read. For a few moments, I was back at my own creek (it was a lake), walking my dog (Star, our German Shepherd) through the field to get to the woods behind my parents' house. It was Autumn, the Winter feed corn was just harvested, and it was an Indian Summer day. Star made her customary stop at this ground hog compound to do some sniffing. I could hear the "clucking' of some pheasants who were annoyed we were invading their territory. We lived in the flight path of a small airport a few miles away, and I can clearly remember the planes were so close overhead, I could almost see the pilots. When Star and I got to the lake, she riled up some ducks that lifted off in formation honking their displeasure. The setting sun reflected off the lake in a long stream, and from where I was standing, the blue sky mirrored off the water in the distance like a mirage. Post Reply