Picture Prompt! Here’s Leah’s pic to prompt us at THE LOFT to write. I like it!!
Tennessee farmland because that is my growing up place in days gone by and as you would guess my Daddy was a farmer who baled hay. Ours were much smaller and rectangle bales though, that had to be hauled and placed in the barn for keeping til the winter when they would then be fed to the cows.
Larry? My beloved brother who actually enjoyed hauling hay. Why? Because baling and hauling hay meant he was alive and active. Larry was diagnosed with ‘Bright’s Disease’ when he was 12 (1959). And baling and hauling hay allowed him to feel as though he was ‘normal’. Something the doctors would probably have frowned upon but Larry said give me 5 years of doing what I enjoy or 10 years of bed rest and I’ll take the 5. As it turns, he did have about 5 years from diagnosis with us before he stepped into Eternity. And because of his certain testimony about Heaven given on a Friday night, followed by a traffic collision the next Wednesday that ushered him to JESUS, another young man came to that same certain testimony after saying to our Pastor: tell me how I can know what Larry knew (about his eternal destiny).
ABBA. A Certain Eternity. Because of JESUS we can KNOW what that Eternity will be.
3 If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also. [source] John 14:3
16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only and unique Son, so that everyone who trusts in him may have eternal life, instead of being utterly destroyed. [source] John 3:16
Hay Bales. Food for cows. Food for thought for us too.
Until Next Time ~ ~ ~ Kathie
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Kathie Whitestone Thompson
Follower of Christ. Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother. Some call me a teacher. Some say I'm a prayer warrior. A few accredit me with some writing skills. Me? I say I'm a work in slow progress, looking for perfection in eternity and until then having all the holy fun I know how.