Blessings to the Flock Following in Obedience,
When I was in grade school, I had fun skating with my sisters on our pit.
After skating for over an hour, we always talked about how block footed we felt as we walked to the house together.
My friend Donnie lived a few miles away and their place was right down by the Coon (Racoon) River. We would skate the river heading east, and it wasn't long and Donnie was out of sight because although smaller than me, he was a faster skater.
Then came that March day where Donnie and I were down by the Coon River again. As we looked down the river, we could see there were spots where water was sitting on the ice. We got our skates on by the bridge, and as we skated out on the river we could hear a little cracking of ice. Off we went to the east and each bend we rounded had more water and more cracking of ice. Donnie arrived first and I after him, more than a mile east of the bridge, and we both agreed it was time to head home. Now there appeared to be more water on the ice, and the cracking of the ice grew longer and louder as we tried to get back to the bridge where our boots were.
I don't know about Donnie, but I was scared, and it was a feeling of skate or go down into the river waters.
INCOMING SALVO…THE CROSS THAT SAVES…25 MARCH A.D. 2022
Counting it all joy BECAUSE HE TOOK OUR PLACE,
Ron