There may come a day when in a perfect set of circumstances I would drive my old truck to this location or one similar and my dog and I would spend the day in my office (study). Think of the sermons I could crank out with God's help in a place like this. I could probably finish the books I have started and work uninterrupted for hours on end. . . .

I guess this is wishful thinking Monday.

Elvis sang, "Build my mansion next door to Jesus," but I prefer the old country gospel song that says it best, "Build me a cabin in the corner of gloryland." I've never been all that impressed with mansions. I'd settle for a modest little cabin anyday.
This has been a nice thought and although this place doesn't exist I have taken a brief trip there in my mind and now I need to get back to work.