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Magical tunnel

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Today’s Daily Post question. “You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?”

It has to be on earth of course, that stumped me because my gut response was HEAVEN of course. I mean really, I’m ready to go!
So then I thought about where would I like to be, or who would I like to see, at the virtual drop of a hat? I asked the kids for their answers before forming mine.
My answer is this, I’d like the other end of my tunnel to be in the woods behind my best friend Geri’s house. I wouldn’t put myself right INTO her house, because that’s rude, and I wouldn’t put myself in the drive way because I’d get run over! But the woods behind Geri’s house is quite peaceful, and I could pop over for a little bit of squirrel hunting if I did that sort of thing, but otherwise I’d just walk out of the woods and head to Geri’s back door, knock a few times and wait for her to answer. I’ve been missing her quite a bit lately and just last week called and asked if she could come over (it’s a four hour drive). I was hoping she’d drop everything and head my way but she already had plans as us mommas are inclined to do, and the soonest she could come is the end of this month. Well this tunnel will solve everything won’t it! Because it goes both ways, and she can come here and swim with me and her boys can come and build sand castles and let’s not forget about sharing Corner Bakery donuts and coffee together as often as we like! And we can all go there and my boys can play with her boys in the woods, shooting arrows and bb guns, and we can cook together and scrape the skins off potatoes together and study the Bible together. Oh this tunnel is the best tunnel here on earth. It stead of face time we’d yell “tunnel time!”
But that does bring me to my final thought, I’d rather a tunnel outside of earth, to heaven. Yes, I would. I am ready and waiting for my Lord Jesus to come for me. Even so, come Lord Jesus.

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the brother—freckles and eggs

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the brother

Bare feet hit the floor early in the morning, the drape of a clean white gown unravels from under the sheets.  A little girl with sandy blond hair and freckles like cinnamon sprinkles, yawns, pulls on a sweater and sticks her feet into her tall rubber work boots.
You see the girl as she stomps out of the house, pushing through the screen porch door and hear it’s rusty hinge slam shut behind her, she clobbers down the porch steps and out across the yard, one foot turning slightly into some mud and manure. “Ouch”  escapes her tongue in her groggy morning voice. You hear the stool being pulled  from the barn wall, it’s legs scraping it’s way down. She  sits on the stool, scooted up next to her goat, the hem of her gown has gathered muck. She milks the goat as she sings softly, “In the morning when I rise, in the morning when I rise, in the morning when I rise, give me Jesus”. She leans her forehead into her goat, tenderly and patiently doing her chore as she does twice a day, as she’s done every day since she could get that stool down off the wall. She like’s being relied upon, she likes being needed. It makes her really fit in here. Here, service means family.

She muddles up the ramp going into the henhouse, the hem of the once white gown collecting hay that’s now sticking to the muck.  The hens cackle softly as the girl says “excuse me, pardon me, just here collecting the rent honey”, her little hands reaching in, her hair lights up golden in the sunrise streaming through the cracks in the henhouse, and the freckles on her face seem to dance as she smiles. She says to the hens ,“The worker deserves her wages, and I woke up hungry today!” She turns around and heads back to the house after dropping their scratch feed down for the hungry chickens. They cluck their thanks and get busy eating the morning offerings as she heads back to the house, her day only beginning.