"Piece-duh-way-home"

I love my country roots.  Running around kicking up white powdery dust as a child.  When the mud ruts dried up in the dirt road leading to my grandfather's house, they dried to a fine powder. I deliberately squished it between my toes.  It felt like a mountain of baby powder.

We could see the smoke from Aunt Maggie's chimney clearly standing on granddaddy's huge rambling ranch slyle porch.  We were what you call next door neighbors.  But, better because we were kin.

I would visit my cousins,  probably daily.  We were all grandchildren growing up together.  We were lucky, no daycare for us.  No after school care.  We had "Grandparent Care".  The best care in the world.  Especially when you are way out in the country far away from predators.  No congested highways, skyscrapers or hoodlums on the prowl.

Anyway, my entire point is this; after playing house, mud-pie making, white clay digging and eating, the sun would start to go down and I knew I better head home.  But, we had this ritual; we had an obligation to beg the visited to walk the visitor "piece-way-home".

It didn't make any sense, but to show your appreciation, your gratitude for the visit, you had to walk your friend, cousin, visitor half way home.  I didn't like to do it when it was my turn.  But, I always did.

When I think about it, it was pointless.  But, walking with GOD is not pointless.  It is essential!

GOD wants us.  He is walking with us all the way.  There is no "piece-duh-way-home" with Jesus.  Won't you walk with Him?  Won't you give your life to Christ today?

Why wait?  Let GOD walk with you, talk with you, be your comforter.

Stay in His WORD children.  Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."

May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)

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