Many years before I moved here to Arkansas
a man who had been a "boot legger" in this area
in the 1920's or so, told me that Arkansas was
built on a rock. Boy did he know what he was
talking about.
Those rocks in the truck are what I took out of
the area of the old chicken pen I mentioned the
other week, so we could mow it. These of course
were only the surface rocks. When putting in pipe
lines for water some rocks as big as a wheel
borrow were dug up.
Down the road about a quarter of a mile I used
to hike in the woods some. There are some rocks
there the size of an old VW beetle.
But all is not that bad. The area of woods that
I own for a hide-away in the adjoining county
is like a pipe of rocks. But, thus far I have not
found but one rock that I could not pick up with
one hand there.
One place king David said;
"For he will conceal me there
when troubles come;
he will hide me in his sanctuary.
He will place me out of reach
on a high rock."
(Psalms 27:5 NLT)
O.K. So God did not put me on a
high rock. But he sure put me on
a pile of rocks.
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