When you live in a city built on a river which stretches through the middle of the entire country, you grow to expect delays.  Commerce and industry have invaded this town of mine and created roads, highways and bridges throughout.  It is a bustling city, filled with those wanting to reach their destination quickly.

Thinking back to another time – a long ago time – when people didn’t rush so much or need to get somewhere in a hurry – That same river was here. The landscape has changed over the years, but the river remains the same.  Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn floated on a log raft on the lazy days of summer.  A row boat with a couple fishermen found little spots that yielded an abundance of fish.  Logs floated down the mighty Mississippi to be cut into lumber.  French Canadians and Native Americans journeyed in voyageur canoes to find new places to live or sell their furs. It has always been a means of getting from one place to another and to transport goods.

Some folks use the banks of that river to set up a temporary camp as they travel homeless across country in search of a new life.  Some set their canoes in the river for a romantic cruise.  Others actually set up their homes on that same waterway.

Imagine living in a house atop the water.  Imagine the waves lapping up against the bow, gently waking you each morning.  Try to think of being rocked to sleep by the current below.  The smells of rich soil – the sounds of birds singing – the touch of cool, refreshment – the sight of clouds billowing overhead and the sun pushing its way through the leaves – the taste of a gnat who forced his way into your mouth.

Life on the river can carry you off to places you have never seen,

It winds through great cities and into small towns, with areas filled with green,

This great waterway has traveled so long, remaining the same yet it’s changed,

It still keeps on rolling and says not a word, though years have much rearranged,

Still when we let go of our mundane lives, when we want to follow our dreams,

Step out of the box and into a boat, make your house the river and streams.



About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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  1. Shivangi says:

    Lovely post dear… my house is adjacent to a lake and in Summer, it feels like heaven. I love how you describe the good old days around the mighty Mississippi. And who can forget Mr famous Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn when Mississippi is mentioned. Thanks for sharing😀

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  2. Oh, Kathy… your beautiful writing carries me to another place and time. It fills me with peace and a moment of quiet in an otherwise very noisy world! Thank you, my beautiful and talented writing friend! You and Paul have brought extraordinary beauty to my gray, rainy day in Virginia! 🙂 ❤ ❤


    • atimetoshare.me says:

      That brings sunshine to my snow filled Minnesota day. It’s Paul’s birthday today and he’s shoveling. I can’t help him because of my fragile lungs. Feeling helpless 😒


  3. Wally Fry says:

    It’s really amazing to think of that thread joining us. I don’t actually live on the banks of the Mississippi, but that and the Arkansas River are such an integral part of life and commerce in the Delta region. Amazing to think that the river makes it all the way from you to me. It’s just a lot bigger by the time it gets down here.

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