Tionesta Lake COE, Tionesta, Pennsylvania
His brothers then came and threw themselves down before him, “We are your slaves,” they said. ~ Genesis 50:18 I’m guessing Joseph must’ve sent for them. And now, it’s not just a note, they’ve thrown themselves at his feet in fear. After at least 17 years of restored relationship – or at least restored on Joseph’s part. I can’t imagine how he felt at their thoughts and behavior. And yet, aren’t we the same with God? We sin, we ask for forgiveness, He forgives us, but we don’t accept it and continue feeling we’re unworthy of it. We continue to dredge up the past and ask His Forgiveness over and over for something we did in the past. How long and how often do we have to repeat this pattern before we finally accept His Forgiveness?
I’m not really a woods walker. In order for me to enjoy walking through the woods, you have to entice me with a view, or a walk along a creek or river, or good company to carry a conversation with (like a girlfriend 😊), or the peak of Fall, or something else to make it worth my while. After five years of full-timing, I now understand why years ago Blaine had to practically force me to go with him and the boys to hike at Goodyear or Firestone Parks for exercise.
Today, I had to create my own reward – – dinner and dessert! I can always be enticed by food. Grilled, marinated inch-thick pork chops, fresh farm-grown broccoli and teriyaki new red potatoes. You probably guessed the dessert – Blaine’s cinnamon rolls!
But that’s the way the day ended. Shall we back up?
We visited nearby Cornplanter State Forest today for our woods walk. It was 5-6 miles of fairly easy hiking, through the woods, and most of the time, Blaine acted the part of hero as he waved his walking stick more than he leaned on it. It was pretty obvious that no one has been on this trail much, because there were many webs across the trail.
Those baton lessons my mother gave me in fourth grade paid off today, as I even had to wield my stick like a twirler on the march; flinging aside some of the destroyed webs Blaine left in his wake.
Since there wasn’t much to see, I spent time looking at the ground; besides that way, any wayward webs would hit the top of my head, rather than my face. 😊
Wonder how that happens??
In a few days, we’ll learn why!
After our very filling dinner, we took a walk around the campground area, which included a short walk along the river. So beautiful!
He wasn’t very friendly though. Refused to stop for a picture.
It was still flying, but it sure didn’t look good. : (
I could’ve sat here for hours, watching and listening to the water flow by.
It’s just an ad I found interesting in one of the magazines about the area we picked up. : )