Holdaway Rd.

I am very fond of the road I live on.  It's beautiful.  The above photo is one particular view I enjoy.  Last night I spent some time talking to the town mayor and we shared the woes of development; fields and open spaces, leading down to the lake, being sold so more houses could be built.  I do realize that houses must be built sometime, somewhere, but my little town's history and charm lie in it's agriculture history.  Why would we be so quick to throw that away?  

I've Been Thinking

How many times am I my own stumbling block?

How often am I the very swine to trample my own pearls?

How come I tend to place the pricks before kicking against them?

I guess there are two great comforts in these realizations.  

1st ~ I have the freedom to choose.  "Wherefore, men are free...they are free to choose liberty and eternal life through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil." (2 Nephi 2:27)

2nd ~ I have a beloved Savior.  "Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need." (Hebrews 4:16)

The beauty of being your own stumbling block is that you can choose to remove it and then as for help in doing so.