Mound Visits, 2/3/17
My earliest memory, as a 3 or 4 yr. old boy, is walking down a gravel road with my father. He was tall with long strides and I had trouble keeping pace. I had this fear of being left behind. He reaches down with his large strong hand, puts my hand in his and then all was right in my small world.
When our lives get out of control, even now, we can have that same secure feeling.
“If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
Even there your hand will guide me,
Your right hand will hold me fast.”