Country Sundays--Promises

"How high's the water, Mama?

Two feet high and rising. . . ." *

It's rained non-stop for the past two days. . . .and nights. . . .The Mississippi River is rising and all it's tributaries. . . .Every year the snows in the North melt, the Spring rains come, and we watch anxiously as the waters rise and our homes and crops in the Delta are threatened. . . .

"How high's the water, Mama?

Three feet high and rising. . . ." *

It's a concern--and sometimes a blessing--that has spanned the decades. . . .

"My mama always taught me that good things come 

from adversity if we put our faith in the Lord. 

We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when 

they were causing us to leave our home, 

but when the waters went down, 

we found that it had washed a load of rich black dirt across the land. 

The following year we had the best cotton crop we'd ever had." *

"How high's the water, Mama?

Five feet high and rising. . . ." *

Sunday Blessings

. . .from my farmhouse to yours. . .

* "Five Feet High and Rising"

Music by Johnny Cash, the son of a Delta Farmer