Today was a fun day spent going on a little trip with the Senior Saints to Jefferson,Texas. We went on a boat tour of the Big Cypress Bayou, which is on the back side of the town. It was such an interesting historical tour. It was hard to believe that narrow bayou had big steamboats making their way down it, at one time. Because there were no railroads, they had to use the steamboats to transport all the cotton raised in that area. I love history, so my mind starts thinking about all that cotton and how hard people had to work. It reminded me of dragging a big ole' cotton sack down rows of cotton on my grandpa's farm in East Texas. He paid us $1.00 per hundred pounds. Now, cotton isn't real heavy, so it took me a while to get it done. But I don't remember quitting till I got a hundred pounds, most of the time. It taught me that it takes work to get what you need and want. I am afraid that having so much and requiring so little of our children has not helped them. The pain and toil in hard work teaches us character. Do I want the "good ole' days" when I had to go to the well and get our water or go to the outhouse in the dark? No thanks. But my grandparents taught me the value of hard work on that East Texas farm. And for that, I am thankful.
2Th 3:10 For even when we were with you, this we commanded you, that if any would not work, neither should he eat.
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