Today, I went to see my old hometown. It was a press, since I literally had to find someone to go with me. Traveling down the highway through the familiar place that I know as home, my heart began to lift. As I saw the land begin to roll like gentle foothills and the vast cornfields turn to forest with deer, I cried inner tears. Oh how I remember this place because it was the place I met God. I still remember the day in January. It was a warm winter because we never had really cold winters. I told God that I would give him a try for a week. That week has turned into almost 30 years. When I go back home, I still can see the church where I got saved and the church where I got filled one block from each other. I see change and I see rebuilding. I see old icons walking down the street and faces I have never seen. Despite the changes, I really love this two horse town. I guess you can call it bliss.
Georgia by Ray Charles
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