You can never go back. I often find myself wishing for the past. Simpler times. Some events prompt these thoughts. One such event - we celebrated the 60th birthday of a dear friend last night. The picture slide show took me back....the friendships, the dear ones who have gone on, the simple lives we led. Where sitting outside with friends was a normal way to pass the evening hours in the summer. Playing rook, riding in Cade's Cove, church - Sunday morning, Sunday evening, Wednesday evening, Friday night football, I could go on and on. Yes, we have more material things now - better cars, nicer homes, more money to spend....but some relationships are gone. Some have changed. Makes me sad. But, you can't go back. Hard for me sometimes. I'm not complaining. I know I am very blessed. Maybe just wanting to say - choose your steps carefully, you can never go back and change your footprints.
