a source

Like most of us, I started out in this life as a baby, but I don't remember much about it. I do remember being a child and possibly have retained too many of those ways and actions. One of the childlike ways I do not regret still having is a sense of awe and wonder at God's creation and His plans and purposes I see being accomplished in our world.

Back during my early teen years I delivered newspapers on a neighborhood route. Across this route ran a small creek that occupied many of my summertime and/or Sat hours. Along it's banks I did much exploring, construction projects and even tree bark boat races. I remember trying to discover the source of the water that filled this creek, but I only got as far as the grounds of a country club and golf course and my exploring ended there cause they took a dim view of trespassers.

As I grew older I searched for the source of other things like joy and peace, but I searched in all the wrong places and the sources were not to be found, just poor imitations. Later I was to finally realize that the only source for anything I needed was in Jesus. The only problem, then and now, was and is making the daily decision to allow Him to meet my needs and not mess things up with my own hands and will. ec