The Chains Fell

In typing up Mom's journals, I found another poem.  I'm calling it The Chains Fell as she has no title.

I saw the chains fall off as faith rose in her heart.

            Her legs moved slowly at first at the very start.

Then realizing she was really be healed, set free at last.

            The shackles fell and bursting forth from their hold.

She leaped from the bed that she laid on and shouted,

            “I’m healed. I’m healed. Praise the Lord.”

Oh the joy of those set free, delivered from satan’s grasp.

            No fear can hold this one set free, delivered from the past.

The chains fall away as the Master comes on the scene.

            No chain can hold in the presence of the King of kings.

Journal Question - Most Memorable Trip

Tell us about your most memorable trip by plane, train, or ship...

I have traveled a lot so it's difficult to narrow it down to one.  The longest plane ride was to Brussels with Keith in 1990.  We had a 10-day vacation in Europe.  When we returned, we both wanted to "kiss the ground".  There truly is no place like the USA.  We are blessed and spoiled here.

I've taken several trips on AmTrak to visit family during Mom's illness.  Most of them I was able to ride business class and have room to myself.  A couple trips I had to go coach and it was miserable...loud, kids, no space to myself.

The best trip ever was by ship.  We went on a seven day bike and sail trip to Maine.  One day we sailed, one day we biked.  We only responded to the ships bells telling us it was time to eat.  Gormet French meals every day which we exercised off on the 15-20 mile bike rides.  One night we stopped at a deserted island and Keith was very happy with the lobster.  I didn't eat it.  Can't remember what I ate but it wasn't lobster.

So there it is, my most memorable trips by plane, train, AND ship.