[Note: At this writing, George is in a nursing home facility]
For many years, the house had been leaning but nonetheless had sheltered a family for generations. It had slanted earthward for as long as I can remember. That is, until the industrial park opened down the road.
The Zebina [Road in Wrens,GA) “industrial revolution” brought about a widening of the right of way along the road and with it the placement of huge power lines and poles. The little unpainted house beside the road had to go. Now there remains only the brick chimney. And what a chimney it is! It stands tall and perfectly straight surrounded now by weeds, saplings and a few brave wild flowers.
After all these years, we realize what held up the leaning house. Although everything around it wanted to succumb to gravity’s pull, the chimney stood straight, ever pointing heavenward. Its strength upheld the weakened framework of a weary and worn dwelling. The house had something to cling to.
Here, with my feet entangled in the bed covers and my shoulders enshrouded in a fuzzy shawl, I sit in the rehab center learning to eat and walk again. I think of the stalwart chimney and take heart. I am thankful for the stronghold that the Lord is for us as He was for David.
" The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower." ---Psalm 18:2
For many years, the house had been leaning but nonetheless had sheltered a family for generations. It had slanted earthward for as long as I can remember. That is, until the industrial park opened down the road.
The Zebina [Road in Wrens,GA) “industrial revolution” brought about a widening of the right of way along the road and with it the placement of huge power lines and poles. The little unpainted house beside the road had to go. Now there remains only the brick chimney. And what a chimney it is! It stands tall and perfectly straight surrounded now by weeds, saplings and a few brave wild flowers.
After all these years, we realize what held up the leaning house. Although everything around it wanted to succumb to gravity’s pull, the chimney stood straight, ever pointing heavenward. Its strength upheld the weakened framework of a weary and worn dwelling. The house had something to cling to.
Here, with my feet entangled in the bed covers and my shoulders enshrouded in a fuzzy shawl, I sit in the rehab center learning to eat and walk again. I think of the stalwart chimney and take heart. I am thankful for the stronghold that the Lord is for us as He was for David.
" The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower." ---Psalm 18:2
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