The LOFT – Hay Bales and Eternity

Picture Prompt! Here’s Leah’s pic to prompt us at THE LOFT to write. I like it!!

Picture Prompt for Week 3 at The Loft Link-Up. What comes to mind when I see this pic she asked? Tennessee farmland, days gone by, Daddy, Larry, ABBA, for starters.

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.

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


  • Kathie – The hay bales reminded me of my dad too – your post is so beautiful. Again we have similar stories. I’m the oldest of four girls and my second sister Jean was killed in an auto accident almost 30 years ago. I miss her so much. I really like reading your posts. Thank you again.


    • Thank you Georgia Jan for saying hello and encouraging me. It will be 50 years this August that Larry left this life for heaven. So I know what you mean about missing – our heavenly reunion will be even better than I can imagine I am sure. So much to share with him, people to introduce him to in eternity. Oh how good it is going to be!! But for now we enjoy the wonderful sisters and brothers that our Father God brings together in our face to face lives and our LOFT Life here. Again, thank you for visiting with me.


  • Oh, Kathy! Tears! Thank you so much for sharing about your brother! What a beautiful testimony, PRAISE GOD!
    Coming from The Loft.


  • What a beautiful and poignant memory of your brother! It blessed my heart! Thank you for sharing.


  • Kathie, I did not know about your brother. What a precious testimony! Although I did not grow up on a farm, there are many in the area that I grew up in and I have always been around hay. There is just something about it. So glad to get this peek into your life, friend. Thanks for linking up with us at The Loft.


  • This is awesome Kathie – such a glimpse into your heart and it is beautiful to hear what the hay bales remind you of. Thank you for linking up at The Loft. You are right – food for cows. Food for thought 🙂


    • Thank you, Ruth. So glad the LOFT is open again. It is such a pleasure to link up with you all. I’ve been occupied with lots of family stuff and have not had much computer time for a couple days – looking forward to catching up with the LOFT Ladies. Be visiting again soon.


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