I was going to tell the tale of the night when I was about 12 and I was at my brother's and he said we were going to have fresh chicken as he grabbed the hatchet, but I don't think it went over well when I told my sisters that story so I think I should stick to egg stories...I don't seem to have any. Just when I lived with him, I'd stop at the coop on the way back from doing the barn chores and get a few eggs for breakfast.
I haven't seen my brother in a long time. He bought a farm a few hours drive from here and since we're both getting on in age, the trip is difficult for him and I don't drive anymore. I was thinking earlier today that I may never see any of my siblings again. It's been 9 years since I last saw any of them.
Oh well, I think of where I'm going and it puts things in perspective. I am on the road to my home in the new Jerusalem.
Good night, Christianity Haven.