This was originally posted on my church’s blog. You can see the original post here.
One of my favorite memories as a child was time spent at “the land” my grandpa had in Stillwater. Every time we’d travel to Stillwater, we always looked forward to going to “the land.” Time there was filled with all sorts of activities: getting to drive the four-wheeler or the John Deere Gator, fishing in the pond, hunting for deer, shooting guns, and camping out regularly. I remember as a young boy we’d go “exploring” and think we were deep inside the wilderness when we never made it outside his 160-acre plot. It would seem so far from civilization, when in reality if we yelled, we were probably heard by someone.