Pooling at the tip of a bracken fern a drop of water held tight. It held on just long enough to freeze in place. Suspended in air until the sunlight came through the trees and brush. It held on for a bit longer, waiting. Suddenly the sun came through and shone its warm light. The droplet basked in the glory of the morning. As it stayed in place, still and fragile something incredible happened. The sun became a reflection through this little drop of water. Reflecting its majesty and becoming a miniature sun itself in the process. Oh, that I could be a single drop of water reflecting the beauty, majesty, warmth and life of the Son.
Riding the bumpiest, loudest, most multi purpose thing on wheels. Something a person has imprinted on their memory for the rest of their life once experienced. Some of the best times were had being pulled in an old wagon. Loaded with treasures and climbing on top of those treasures, then away onto the biggest adventure ever! This is childhood.