Twenty years later…
and twenty years later, that shocking news came.
As all the memories flowing, rushing and flashing, the deep
understanding hit me.
That’s it!
Shaking the ground where I have been standing long.
Lord, now I know.
Thank You!
So… at times we peek across the fence into each other's
yards and we wonder.
We see lush green grass and we are too far away to notice
the weeds, or the water bill…
Sometimes greener grass is just rye grass; green for a
season, then gone.
I love my own green grass and forever grateful for it.
…twenty years later
May 2015
