Many times in our journeyings we do not understand why life has to be so. Why is it me and not someone else? The first time I remember feeling like that was when I was about 9 years old and began having grand mal seizures. My life changed. Many things my brothers and sisters were allowed to do, I was not allowed to do them anymore. People began to look at me as being weird or mentally weird. At least, …
My journey began on September 19, 1946 in a small wood house on a small knob just off the road that is now known as Cooper Street in Ripley, Ms. The war had not been over long and life was hard for a poor laborer and his wife who already had four children. I have very little recollection of my earliest days, but we were to move many times in my years of growing up. This was because my dad …
Our life on earth is, truly, comparable to a journey. Through different stages, periods, and situations, we make our way from birth to death. More so, Christians are said to be pilgrims on our way to our home—heaven. For that reason, I have called this blog, Journeyings. Everyone’s journey is different. Some portions of the journey are short, others are long. Some are hard, others are easy. Some are filled with sorrow, others with joy. Some are lonely, others …
