Opinion
Life through a different Lens
The first time I went deer hunting, I was 11 years old. I was hunting with my older brother and my Dad. I was blessed with a beautiful 11-point buck. My heart was beating out of my chest, when I realized I had taken my first buck, I was excited, proud, thankful and sad. Yep, sad, I cried for the life I had taken. I didn't understand life at that time, but I knew he would never take another breath, but that is hunting. We are hunters and gatherers. Well, I am at least. God placed him here on this earth for us to harvest. He was nourishment to my 11 year old body and many other deer over my lifetime have been the same to me and my family. I don't think I ever cried again after that harvest, but this year, again, I harvested an 11-point buck and I felt bad for taking his life What is the connection? He is now going to be nourishment to my body again and it was a good hunt, maybe I am getting soft in my old age or something like that. What a good word in Hewbrews 11; Faith In Action Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
Life through a different Lens
“I Am” God is who he says He is.
Life through a different Lens
By this time next week, I pray we have the results of a fair election. I pray God helps provide the right leader for out country. I pray for a Godly presence in out country as we so need it. I prayed along with much o the country last night for divide intervention i this election and for our county. For the wellbeing of our children and grandchildren. For the future of our country and continued freedom.
