This house was once a home.. now it's a "house fell down"

 Looks like a perfect spot to just sit and read and enjoy the autumn by a warm cozy fireplace. Listening to the fire cracking, coffee or hot chocolate in hand.. Wonderful with a loved one, or just sitting along, perhaps spending some quality time with God Himself!  
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I'm thankful for the beautiful day we had today.. and looking forward to celebrating Anna's 16 birthday (our granddaughter in the blue shirt below) tomorrow! Love and hugs Sweetie.. (her birthday is actually the 30th.)

 It is on one of your walks that you first see it. An old house, if house it could be called still, looking as if it had been thrown down beside the road. It was in shambles and the thought briefly crosses your mind that perhaps a giant had stepped on it, but you quickly thrust it away. There is no reason to be fanciful. The house interests you but it is growing dark. You do not trust the combination of an abandoned house, the night, and your imagination. You head home.

The second time you see the house is on the very next day. It is full daylight now and you are to determined to explore it. Gathering your courage you began to walk through the bushes toward your goal. It is even more dilapidated-looking up close, and you wonder why it had even been allowed to remain here. Carefully you step on it but the board creaks underneath you and you quickly withdraw. You are disappointed that you cannot enter the house, still you suppose there really wouldn’t be anything left in it by this time, and decide to circle around it instead. 

Halfway around a branch catches you. Desperately you try to right yourself but it is too late. With a cry you fall to the ground. You lie there for a moment, but then realize that you aren’t hurt, and slowly open your eyes. All you see at first is dirt, grass, and leaves, but then you notice something that doesn’t belong there. Sitting up you reach out and pull it from where it is half buried in the earth. It’s a locket. Once you rub at it you discover it's made of gold. You gently feel the chain, brushing away the remainder of the dirt that clung to it, then you look to the golden heart that hangs from it. There is a date that is inscribed on it. Unbelievingly you look closer. What you saw the first time was right, and you shake your head slightly. That means that the locket must at least be as old as the house. Your curiosity overpowers you and you open the locket.

It opens surprisingly easily and two black and white photographs stare back at you. You gasp, your eyes widening, and your trembling hands nearly drop the locket. It isn’t possible…

Your gaze flickers to the house and a chill comes over you. You scramble to your feet, and your hand clenches on the locket. Turning you flee. 

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Kayla, my oldest granddaughter.. (the one in the plaid shirt) wrote the story above... Tomorrow I will put Anna's story on here... about the same house.. They took the picture of the house on a Sunday drive a few years back... So, we all wrote stories about the house.. I thought it was a pretty cool idea!!!  THANKS KAYLA, I love the story... and love you soooo much!!! And Anna is in the blue shirt behind her sister.. riding on a great big turtle, this summer.  Big gentle HUGS, and lots of love to both of you... love ya sooo much!

Love and prayers for each and every one of you, and your families. Prayers for those that have losed loved ones, with sympathy and hugs. Prayers for those that are sick, that health will soon be yours. Prayers for those that have recently been operated on.. for a quick, safe, and complete healing.  Praying for each of the unemployed, that soon there will be decent jobs available. Prayers for everyone I know, and those that I do not know physically, spiritually, emotionally, and financially.. and that you'll be given inner peace and happiness. Giving all my thanks, honor, praise and love to God, in Jesus holy name I pray, amen.