Shade Tree Memories, where I see Jesus in others.
memories are of my grandparents when I was a child. I close my eyes and I hear my grandmother’s unique laughter and
remember the smooth, creamy, cream of wheat cereal she used to make special for my breakfast when I was little. My
grandfather was a great fisherman and spit tobacco juice from the Copenhagen in his jaw on each worm before casting it into the water. He always came home with lots of fish. My last shade tree memory of my grandfather before he passed away, was of him sitting at his kitchen table reading his Bible. He looked up at me and smiled as I took his picture.
One thing for sure, I want my family and friends to look back over my life and smile and say they have shade tree memories of me. Are you planting shade tree memories?