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Simple Pleasures

Now I have a computer, an iphone, a  tablet, a camera and a car, but what did I have as a child.  One of my favourite delights when it was raining was to go up the path to the coal shed.  Here the rain seeped under the top door and ran in a little rivulet down the dirt floor, through the shed.  I spent many hours making little dams with bits of wood and small pieces of coal, and deepening the bed of the "river" by scraping away the dirt floor.  That is the sort of amusement that gives you lots of time to contemplate about life and anything in general.  Down  the lane there was also a stream where I could walk up and down and walk under the bridge. There was some talk of polio but I survived.  Then there was the ancient yew tree which had branches low down and was easy to climb.  As a little girl of two I had been taught to stamp on the naughty berries, to keep me from eating one thus avoiding fatal consequences. Much of my childhood was spent on my own as my brother was five years older then me and my sister even older. There was a farm just down the lane with three girls and I did sometimes play with them but it was a fairly rare occurrence. Of course there was school and plenty of company then.  There is an art to spending life on one's own which many people have lost.  I thoroughly enjoy being with people for some of the time, but being alone is special. Of course some people are afraid to be on their own.  They cannot face alone the questions that surface when they are alone.  Some people rely heavily on others to be their comfort, but that someone will one day leave even though not willingly.  It is best to prepare for that time. I am happy on my own because I am not alone, Jesus is with me and He has promised never to leave me.  He is the only one who can give us one hundred per cent security. He says,"Come to me and I will give you rest."

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