Heading Home

All four of us ended up in the ditch located just north of the barn where we often played while our mothers met to drink coffee. The four sisters arranged their busy lives to include a weekly time with their mother back at the home place. I was never privy to their discussions but did enjoy spending time with my cousins, making our own fun.

The aforementioned barn had milking stalls, a hay loft, and a room filled with horse harnesses and collars and an old crème separator. It was like stepping back in time. A grain bend on the north side of the ground floor was often filled with oats for the horses. The cupola on the top of the barn was accessible from below when enough hay was in the loft. From inside it, we could see for miles.

Other barns held tractors and combines that we crawled onto and imagined driving as we anticipated the future. A mulberry tree provided ammunition to use as well as snacks to eat. It was our form of paint ball wars. We built hay cabins, knocked down wasp nests, and explored the chicken coop. After a hard rain, we might venture into the plowed field and look for arrowheads. We roamed unsupervised, but we never got hurt.

Never, until ending up in the ditch on the north side of the barn. Our older cousin, Barbara, had ridden Gray Eagle down to the timber. Gray Eagle was an old, gentle horse that our grandparents kept for their grandchildren to ride. The four of us younger cousins had walked. The timber was about a quarter of a mile from the house. When it came time for us to go back home, we probably whined to ride the horse. Barbara helped each of us onto the top of Gray Eagle. Yes, there were four of us, and we were not very old.

All went well for a brief time as Gray Eagle lumbered through the pasture toward the road that headed home. Once he turned toward home, his speed increased, and we could not slow him down. We were lined up from smallest to largest, holding tightly to one another. By the time Gray Eagle made it to the barn, he was in a dead run. We fell as one from his back when he made the final turn. We survived.

When we set our eyes on home (heaven), we cannot be held back.

I Peter 1:6, Earl

FBC Happenings

  • Sunday’s Sermon – “Rejecting God’s Offer” Acts 1:15-26
  • LifeGroup Attendance on January 5 – 629
  • Wednesday Evening Meal at 5:00 p.m. Okie Gumbo
  • GriefShare (13 Sessions) begins this Sunday, January 12 at 4:30 p.m. in the Parlor
  • RE: Weekend Registration is open for Youth. Contact Seth for more details.

1 thought on “Heading Home”

  1. Loved the memories. I have also experienced many moments as this. You are such and excellent writer. Life is good

    Sent from my iPhone



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