100 PERSONAL WORDS: In the early 1940′s, my Dad was stranded in Egypt and the Sudan because of the world war, and I had a job to do to help my mother and my two sisters. I had to cross a field, a ditch, and the base line to reach the barn of Stuart White. Mr. White would fill my little pail with milk while he was milking the cows, carefully put the lid back on the pail, and send me off home. This was fine during the long evenings of summer, but in the dark evenings of winter at milking time, it was a different matter. I carried a lantern (no flashlight available) along with my pail. That light was my comfort. At 6, 7 and 8 years old, I was sure there was danger lurking in the shadows. While the pail was by my side, my lantern was as far out in front of me as I could hold it. Because of that light, I safely negotiated the ditch, the fence, (my uncle built a stile, steps over the fence) and crossed the field to the safety of home. What a relief to be home. A cup of warm milk (no refrigerator) would be my reward for bravery. Throughout my life, I’ve desperately needed Jesus, God’s Light here on earth, to walk in security and safety. Yours for consistently “walking in the Light.” David to see all links and pictures, and you wish to post a comment on my blog, go to 100words.ca and “Leave a Reply.”
Posted on: Tue, 20 Aug 2013 10:57:45 +0000
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