{"id":653,"date":"2012-06-15T23:51:22","date_gmt":"2012-06-16T04:51:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/?p=653"},"modified":"2016-11-02T23:52:11","modified_gmt":"2016-11-03T04:52:11","slug":"five-minute-friday-path","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/2012\/06\/15\/five-minute-friday-path\/","title":{"rendered":"Five Minute Friday: Path"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ok, here&#8217;s my 5 minutes worth&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Path.<\/p>\n<p>It is a long, winding dirt path downhill from my great grandmother&#8217;s house to the dirt road below. It passes an old spring where the milk was kept to cool when my grandmother\/mother was a child. Across the dirt road sits the old barn where the cattle used to live. I followed the path as a child in the summer. It was a cool, quiet path, under trees. But the cows were not quiet, nor were they inviting. It&#8217;s amazing to me that I still remember this. I must have been 4. But walking that path, barefoot as a child stood out. It was comforting, homey, reassuring that I had come from somewhere, someone I could see and touch. In a world full of doubt and confusion there was no doubt where that path led. To a little, very old, white-haired lady living in a very old farm house at the top of the hill at the end of the path. I loved her very much and she loved me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Paths take us many places and teach us many things along the way. I learned that no matter what there were people in my life who would love me- ME. No tags, no conditions, no justification. They just loved me- and that taught me more about the love of Jesus, I think, than any sermon could have.<\/p>\n<p>Ding.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ok, here&#8217;s my 5 minutes worth&#8230; Path. It is a long, winding dirt path downhill from my great grandmother&#8217;s house to the dirt road below. It passes an old spring where the milk was kept to cool when my grandmother\/mother was a child. Across the dirt road sits the old barn where the cattle used &#8230; <a title=\"Five Minute Friday: Path\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/2012\/06\/15\/five-minute-friday-path\/\" aria-label=\"Read more about Five Minute Friday: Path\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[83],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-653","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-five-minute-fridays"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/653","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=653"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/653\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":654,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/653\/revisions\/654"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=653"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=653"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wordsfromthehomefront.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=653"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}