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ReflectionsThe thought struck me the other day that I’ve really been fortunate in my lifetime in spite of everything! To me, it’s a miracle that we siblings were able to leave the farm in one piece. We didn’t iniss a thing when it came to exploring and adventuring.The deepest part of the Jordan Creek had been on our list of checking out. The tip top of that tall barn had felt the touch of our barefeet as we climbed aboard and almost did the two step as we ventured across.Those stacked bales of hay just outside the barn yard were convenient for climbing and even jumping. (Consarn cows kept on needing those bales and eventually that play thing was history. That is, until Dad baled some more!)Most of the time we were careful. At times, I wonder how Mom stayed at the house and kept to her usual routine while we were out from under foot adventuring. She must have prayed for our safety continuously. (Frankly, I’ve never understood how the farm women of that time got everything done anyway! But, they did! Supper was always ready at an appointed time. Breakfast was always in the early dark of morning, and they were continuously working at something.)It wasn’t until the grown-up years and I was expecting our thirdBy Dorothy Taylorson when I suffered a broken bone for the -very first time. Equal Half had arrived home from work in Mission, and he was tending the two older boys. (It was easier to handle the shopping business in that manner.) But, there I was in the grocery store waddling along using two carts for a two week’s supply of food, and couldn’t even see my feet. I had worn my (comfortable) thong slippers when one of the loaded baskets ran all the way over my little toe on one foot.The pain was worse than I thought a broken bone ever could be. Dear ol’ Dr. Young just smiled and declared there was nothing to do but place a bit of cotton between the toes and tape them together. I hobbled around for a time and was determined to be more careful when pushing grocery carts.Boob has never had a broken bone and Reagan didn’t break his bones while on that farm. Instead, as he grew older and acquired one of those small motorcycles, he did suffer a collision and broke all of his toes on one foot. So, we might declare that we absolutely lived a blessed existence on that farm in spite of all the hazards that were forever present.Prove. 10:6 “Blessings are upon the head of the just: but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.”
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Oct 07, 2004
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