BRER RABBIT

My Daddy's Father, was as deaf as a door knob, nut he was the sweetest grandaddy you could ever have. He use to walk me all over the beautiful cemetery which was near their house and tell me about the people that he knew who were now "living there." He gave me my love for the "Brer' Rabbit" stories, because when I would go over to his house he would tell me that it was "my time to tell him the story", to which I would reply, "no, it's yours!" This would go on and on, until one of us would finally tell the other one the story of Brer' Rabbit. No matter how many times I heard it though, I always loved hearing it again!
You know, when Jesus told His parables to the disciples, they loved His stories too! We've heard His stories over and over again, but every time we hear them, they fall fresh and new on us each morning. They tell us something new about this man we call our Savior. They are exciting accounts about an exciting life!
Granddaddy Ray's nickname was "Sunshine", which is what Linda Bachtell calls me.
Jesus is the Light of the world!
Becky