We spent the evening on the Great Tennessee, quietly talking and laughing. Peace like a river flowed through us as we rode with her slowly along. And then like a cosmic creation, our moon rose in a peach glow that trailed out to us like the old narrow way, and like the river she whispered, “Come to me, all ye who are heavy laden and I will give you rest.” And I was drawn to Him, and as we all sat quietly, I began to praise the Ancient of Days in my heart that he had made us new; again.
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