Six-Word Saturday: my life today in 6 words




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    1. I was really surprised to see them flying north so early. But my next thought was that God’s creatures know a whole lot more about what’s going on in nature than the weather forecasters. So I’m siding with the geese.

  1. Its just 6 words… that’s pretty obvious.. but, and I hope I don’t spoil your excitement and optimisms… but, the “so called” Canadian Geese around here… fly north all the time… then back south, then across the yard, then back around the house squawking, then back north, then back here.. all over the yard, and fields, and seem to dare anyone to have anything to say about it.. lol they pretty much rule the roost so to speak. But, hey, there’s still the chance a snow plow will clear a southerly path for you today.
    God Bless

    1. Unfortunately, it’s not a snowplow I need to make me a southerly path. I could get there with no problem if I could just convince the Lord that I’m SUPPOSED TO BE living in the Smokies! I’ve prayed every way I know how. I’ve applied for jobs. In fact, I applied for three pastoral positions at small churches in that area specifically in the past year. But so far, I’m still stuck in Illinois.

      Of course, I have to also admit that I turned down a teaching job in Bryson City, NC a few years ago, and I’ve kicked myself ever since. The problem was that it was a brand new Christian school, and they were two weeks away from starting when I found out about the position. The pastor of the church — who was also head of the school — was pretty eager to have me come. At first he said I would not be required to join his Baptist church in order to teach at the school. I had explained to him that I am spirit-filled and am more comfortable worshiping in a non-denominational, charismatic environment. I thought we had that settled. But then after we had talked a couple of times, he told me he had changed his mind, and that I would have to join the church. I just couldn’t make that kind of decision in one week’s time because I didn’t have peace about submitting to that kind of “denominational pressure.” I was back in Bryson City about a year ago and was tempted to drive past the school and look at what I had turned down, but I didn’t have the heart to do that to myself. I still think I made the right decision in that instance.

      But I’ve never felt so strongly that I “belonged” anywhere else in this world — only in the Smoky Mountains. I’ve felt it for many years, and the feeling grows stronger every time I’m there. I sometimes wonder if it’s the Cherokee blood in me longing for home.

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