Shenandoah Valley -
The little farms, large farms, small houses with big barns, big houses with small barns. The small towns and a few larger ones that had grown as the valley aged. Great names begin to appear. Crockett, Rogers, Buchanan, Staunton, Wilson, Washington and Lee. Small clusters of houses settled into the valley floor, or against the mountain side. Amongst them rising towards heaven the lovely Church Steeples. Stonewall Jackson. The sound of the cadets rushing to the front line, not knowing that soon their names would be inscribed on a wall of honor. Black Angus and Red polled Hereford grazing on the hill sides. Flowing fields of green corn waiting for the implements invented by Cyrus McCormick. There was times the beauty of God's creation was so overwhelming, all you could do was gaze in wonderment. The men and women who settled the valley and accepted the awesome responsibility of the proper stewardship of what God had given them. A valley that was once know as the bread basket of the East. A valley that feed two Grand and Glorious Armies who cherished their beliefs knowing they were both right. It gave until it could give no more, the Valley like the men in the opposing armies prayed for peace. Prayed for a time of refreshing, a time of renewal. Today we enjoyed it all and we were refreshed and felt a sense of renewal that can only be felt in the presence of our Creator and Savior. The valley is alive and renewed providing succor for those who care for her.