Comparisons by Jewels From The Word

I used to think I grew up in the Old West. Vinita is one of the two oldest incorporated towns in Oklahoma, so it really was an Old West town, with cowboys, horses, and cattle. You know Vinita is on the edge of the Old West, in eastern Oklahoma in what was Cherokee Nation, Indian Territory.

 I grew up way out in the country on the eastside of Vinita, over on Bull Creek. We farmed, out there on what seemed like the edge of town.  Mama called it a garden, but she worked us like farm hands. A man with a big tractor plowed up the garden, but we had to plant it by hand.  Mama made long furrows in the freshly plowed earth and one of us walked behind her dropping the seeds into the ground, then another one of us went behind covering the seeds. And the work didn’t stop when the planting was done. No, hoeing weeds was hard labor and there was plenty of hoeing to be done, because there were plenty of weeds to hoe.

 Our daddy had a few cows, but of course they were 5 miles out of town on the farm. Mama raised chickens, ducks, geese, and even a pig one year. We never had any horses. Didn’t really have any need for one. I only rode a horse a couple of times in my life, so I’m not really a cowgirl, even if I thought I was. 

I thought I was something I wasn’t, but it was just a little made-up fun in my mind. I never really claimed to be something I was not. I never claimed to be a cowgirl.

“For I say, through the grace given to me, to everyone among you, not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think. but to think with sound judgment.”  Romans 12:3 MEV.

It’s easy to think we are something we really aren’t, but the best place to compare ourselves to is the Word of God.

 

Lavon Hightower Lewis
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