As most of you know the first picture is a picture of the piece of property I grew up on. My home. The place where I lived the first fifteen years of my life. Where my daddy lived until the day he died. The second picture was taken a few days ago. This is my home now. The satellite dish is gone. My daddys home was hauled away. The fence, and the metal building are gone. The light pole that lit up our driveway for a little while is gone. When I pulled up to the property that day, I was heartbroken. It was almost as if my whole childhood was gone. Everything that was there for 20 plus years was gone. It was like it just vanished. As some of you know, this was the reason I needed your prayers for my extremely heavy heart. I believe that I made the decision to turn around and go to my daddys house for a specific reason. I believe that this was my daddy showing me that I can stop coming out here now. That he is not here, but he is with ME wherever I am. I have held on to this place for so long.
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 00:59:56 +0000
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