Here in Michigan there are so many, many, many people from Kentucky. It amazes me. I can always tell the ones that are from Kentucky. I say, “Your from Kentucky aren’t you” They look at me, a big smile comes on their face and they get just a little more at home, a little more southern accent and far away look in there eye… they miss their home. They came here just like my Grandma with my Mother years ago to work in the factories.

They say, “Oh, I miss it!” I know a little of how they must feel. They have the mountains in their blood and it’s just a whole different, relaxed way of life in the mountains. This opens the door for me to tell them my sisters and I like to sing gospel music and we will be going back and traveling through the bluegrass to sing there.

I know of one little girl whose family came to the city to work in the factories. They only lasted a few months and went back the mountains of Tennessee. She said they would live without the money, and added comforts of it if they could just live in the mountains again. So they packed up their things and went home.

This reminds me of a sweet book we found a long time ago. It’s one of my mom’s favorites. We read it to Hope all the time. “When I was Young In The Mountains” If you haven’t read it you should, it’s a cute book.

As I was sitting here typing this out my family threw and an old journal I had on my bed. I opened it up and I was journaling from the porch of Grandma’s in Kentucky -

Thursday July 14th 2005 6:00 pm

“I’m sitting on the front porch of Great Grandma Hatton’s house rocking. It’s amazing to think my mom used to do the very same thing when she was a girl growing up. Even my Grandpa lived here when he was growing up.

Grandma came over for Sunday dinner. We ate a good meal of fried chicken. We sat on the porch and visited with the guests that stopped over, it was a beautiful day. The day was coming to an end soon while Grandma and I talked all about the days she grew up here right in this very town. She told me of how she got saved at the age of eight at the revival service. She talked about the days she would swing her babies on this very porch (one of them was my mother). She has so many memories all within this small town between the hills…..

I love watching the mist rise off the mountains in the mornings and the moon in the evenings shining just above Granny’s house where I am stting this evening… I see God at work back in these beautiful hills of Kentucky. I see not only His hand of beauty in the rising mist off the mountains but I see He still working and changing hearts, lives and families. Just like He did for my mom, He never fails. He changes hearts and lives.

July 15 Friday

“Tonight the mist hangs low between the mountains and the humidity is high and it’s warm…..”

A little of my journaling from the mountains. I am looking forward to God’s work He has for us this summer. I look forward to the small girl, like my Grandma, in the revival service who might be eight years old and God will change her life forever… I better get to planning I have a lot to do still…

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