BLESSINGS TO THE FLOCK DESIRING TO PLEASE OUR GOOD SHEPHERD,
When a youngster of about four years of age, my two sisters and I had been playing on our rental home on a farm north of town. We had seen bumble bees that morning in the Hollyhocks that grew on the northside of the house. And we played in a mud puddle making stacks of mud.
We saw our Mom hang the white sheets on the clothesline to dry, and it wasn't long and we were running in the sheets and pushing the white sheets up as they blew in the wind. Mom told us to stop, but we paid no heed and just laughed even more. She tried to catch me and I just ran and laughed all the more. Mom said, “Wait til your Father gets home.”
That night I got the only spanking I ever got from my Dad as I lay across his knees on the chair.
WE MUST COME AS LITTLE CHILDREN.