some where in time

Mother, Brook, Florrie and I took a short driving tour around Cheraw late Thursday afternoon. At one point we pulled into a vacant lot between a bank and a filling station where Burruss & Jennie Wait Finlayson's home once stood. It was just a grassy clearing. I wanted to step back into time for a moment. Make my way up the steps and through the front door - perchance to hear the sounds from that family past. Pictures I've run across of the Cheraw Finlayson's just wet the appetite to want to know more about what their life was really like back then. But as we sat in the car for that moment, there was nothing there to anchor all those old images to this empty quiet place.

All we have are stones and stories from that day. Their bodies laid to rest leaving only their names etched above them. But we all know that there was more to each of their lives than that.

We all know that this isn't the end to man's story. Thank you Jesus.

The above picture was taken in and from that time. Here is a little Murdoch dancing with his little sister Jennie Llew. It's a very sweet picture - and the only way we each can find our way through that door. You can almost hear them from here.