Heavenly memory of walk down country road

Howard E. Worthington, Special to The County
6 years ago

To the editor:

When I was a boy of 15 years, I walked out of my home yard to go for a walk.

With my shirtsleeves rolled up to my elbows and my pants rolled up a couple of cuffs, I opened the gate and walked out into an old country road.

The sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky, so in my bare feet I began to walk.

I turned my attention to my father working in the field, knowing that my mother was preparing for the time we would all gather around the table for the last meal of the day.

As I continued my walk, I stopped at a plum tree and had one or two, then there was a herd of dairy cows grazing by the side of the road, and after a couple of horses running in the pasture. And now, as I was getting tired, it was time to head back home, but as I turned I saw a  man cutting wood and I stopped and talked with him. He told me he was cutting wood for the winter season. We said goodbye and I returned home.

When I entered the house, my mother asked, “Where have you been?” I replied, “I went for a walk and I think I saw part of heaven.”

As I sit here writing these memories of that 3-mile walk, I am reminded that God made everything beautiful before he gave it to mankind. I am now going on 88 years of life and have been away from Alabama for 67 years.

Now I’m going back to Alabama, the place where I was born, to prepare myself for that final trip I’ll take to my eternal home in heaven to be with my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. But I will always remember that three-mile walk down that old country road.

 

Howard E. Worthington

Presque Isle