I Put Childish Ways Behind Me

When I was a child, I played at these trees, we called them double trees.  They were in a field behind our house in Yerington, Nevada.  It was an adventure getting back to them.  We had to get across a drain ditch and lots of tall bushes .  It seemed like miles away.  For a birthday party when I was in 6th grade we had it at double tree’s and decorated the trees with crepe paper.  It was a sleep over.  My dad made a fire so we could roast marshmallows.  After mom and dad walked back to the house we all got scared and ran back to the house leaving Double Trees for a daytime event, we weren’t as brave as we thought we were.   About 50 years later, I went back to Yerington to relive those memories.  The trees were there, but our house had burned down only a foundation remained.  What I thought was so far was only about a couple of blocks.  The trees were now in a park that was built around them.   Everything looked so different, and small.  That’s because I was a child.  I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  Nothing looked the same in that little old town.  When I became a woman I put childish ways behind me.   But now I know in part.  But when perfection comes the imperfect will disappear.  The perfect is the Lord.  Now we see poorly, kind of like a reflection in a mirror,  but when perfection comes we will see Him face to face.  Then we will know fully and will be fully known.  When I was a child

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My desire is to share my photography, to honor the Lord, and send out His word to all who might read. My photo's will include a scripture,and I write a devotional for each entry. The very least that I can do for our precious Lord Jesus. I am a wife to Jerry, my wonderful husband. We have 5 children, and 7 granchildren.

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