When I look at pictures of places full of the beauty of nature… places like Branson Missouri and the inner parts of Virginia, I can’t help but to be transported back to my childhood. I grew up mostly at my grandmother’s house. She had a huge piece of land with a forest. There were rolling fields right across the street from her house.

I remember riding my bike on the back roads in the afternoon, listening to the hum of the earth as it continually changed its hue. So many days I just sat on the swing letting the breeze push me up and back. Hours and hours of my time were spent absorbing God’s creation. I miss those carefree hours.

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