WHEN I WAS 5 TO 7 IN KLICKITAT THE FIRST TIME,
WE LIVED NORTH OUT OF TOWN IN AN UNUSUAL HOUSE,
WHICH I'VE WRITTEN ABOUT IN CHAPTER TEN OF
"THE ANNIE PROJECT" BOOK.
THE HOUSE WAS CALLED THE "BIRD HOUSE".
IT WAS HIGH ON A HILL AND NOT A SAFE PLACE.
I WENT THROUGH SOME SERIOUS
THE BLESSING FOR ME, THEN AND FOREVER, EVEN WHEN
I DIDN'T TRULY KNOW MY HEAVENLY FATHER, HE WAS
DROPPED INTO MY HEART MANY TIMES FROM
SMALL CHILDHOOD AND FORWARD.
WHEN, AFTER LEAVING TACOMA, I WAS IN KLICKITAT
AGAIN FROM 15 TO 17 AND GRADUATED IN 1963.
THROUGH THE TEACHERS, PASTORS, PARENTS, AND
FRIENDS, THE LORD WAS DROPPED IN MORE DEEPLY.
SOME OF THEM ARE STILL MY FRIENDS, AND WE HAVE
CONNECTED AND RECONNECTED THROUGH
BLOGGING AND FACEBOOK.
IT'S A BLESSING!
[AND I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING SOME OF THOSE GODLY-ORIENTED PEOPLE WHEN I'M IN HEAVEN WITH THEM.
SOME HAVE BEEN THERE FOR A LONG TIME!]
2 comments:
Love those pictures… Man alive, how time flies...
I love the images Cary Jo! Time waits for no one but pictures help us hold the memories in our hearts. Blessings for the coming week!
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