Echoes From the Campfire

I wish we didn’t go so fast.  People nowadays haven’t time to draw a comfortable breath.”
              –Zane Grey  (The Call of the Canyon)

    “But you, Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book until the time of the end; many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall increase.”
              –Daniel 12:4 (NKJV)
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         “Over the river, and through the wood,
          To Grandfather’s house we go;…”
                 –Lydia Maria Child

There’s a chance if’n a person decides to come to our house that they may cross over the Trinity River, or possibly the San Jacinto.  For sure if’n they’re coming in from the north they will cross over Wolf Creek and if they travel from the south they will have to cross Indian Creek.  Then it’s around the bend, up over the hill and down then up another hill around another bend and there nestled down in the trees is our little home in the woods.  There won’t be any snow, so no need of a sleigh.  
    Grandma and Grandpa’s house…it’s  supposed to be a home, but what is that?  Some have said that where a man hangs his hat is a home.  However, it is the woman that makes the home.  It is built and nurtured around her toil, tears, sweat, blood (I just sharpened the knives, Annie cut herself) and prayers.  It is the woman that makes the home and gives it warmth.  Grandpa is there to sharpen the knives and eat the cookies.
   There is a word that is a key factor in this poem, one of the earliest that I can remember.  It is mentioned twice and my favorite line of the poem is:

         “Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!”

Yep, don’t forget that pie.  Pumpkin is always good with or without a large dab of whipped cream.  But my wife is not satisfied with just a pumpkin pie.  She’s going to make an apple pie and a German chocolate pie.  Let me tell you that this ol’ fence post is going to sample each one.
    There’ll be turkey with all the fixin’s, ham, taters both white and sweet, most likely green beans, and I’m sure that some will bring their favorite.  The feast is fast approaching, and I’ll be there to check the pies.  Because of all the doin’s next week I’m not sure when or if an “Echo” will be sent out.  
    Maybe sitting around the fire at the camp I’ll come up with some thoughts that will come forth in future “Echoes.”
Be sure you to take time to be thankful.  Don’t get caught up with that piece of turkey in front of you, or those slabs of pie just to the top that you forget the person sitting next to you or across from you.  
    Most important of all–give thanks to the Lord that He has allowed to you be sitting there.  Stop, take time to reflect on all the things that you see before you, for all the things He has seen you through.