I grew up in the analog world. Bike riding, BB guns, and Saturday morning cartoons were my life. Sitting around for hours was relegated to school and rainy days. There was no such thing as “unwinding” or “chilling out.” When we had free time, we ran away from our houses, found other human beings, and invented things to do.
Moved by your posts, always. But today's was listened to, not read. I closed my eyes and journeyed back with you, then to present thoughts of our own Christmas tree, and then to that glorious day of our Lord's return. I burst into tears its conclusion. Thank you for writing, and reading! Bless you, brother, as we journey together this season.
Even so , come quickly Lord.
All that we could ever hope for awaits us in heaven. God’s eternal gifts will be ours to enjoy.
Thanks again for writing and sharing your inspirations.
Thank you, dad! :-)
Moved by your posts, always. But today's was listened to, not read. I closed my eyes and journeyed back with you, then to present thoughts of our own Christmas tree, and then to that glorious day of our Lord's return. I burst into tears its conclusion. Thank you for writing, and reading! Bless you, brother, as we journey together this season.
Thank you, brother. Hoping to see you again, soon!