Soaked In Glory and Full of Fire
Read: Acts 2 When I was little, my grandparents would come spend the weekends with us and we would do all kinds of fun things. We would have campouts where we built a fire and roasted marshmallows and hotdogs. We would go on bike rides and hikes. We would plant gardens and dig up trees in the woods and replant them in the yard to create our “orchard”. My mawmaw is a story teller to her core, so everything we did was an adventure of wonder and amusement. The part of their visits I loved the most though, were the early mornings when I would wake up and crawl in bed with my mawmaw and ask her, “Please tell me a story.” She would pick out one of her hundreds of stories to tell and would transport us from our little room, in her cabin on my family’s Mississippi ranch to a rural cotton farm in the 1930s, in the northern hills of Mississippi. I loved to hear stories of her childhood and the way it was back then. She w...