Trust in Your Heavenly Father
Dear Friends, When I was 8 years old we moved from the town of St. Leonards to the village of Buxted. One of my favourite memories was when our family would walk through Buxted Park. It was a lovely green area and home to many deer. It was a great place to go hunting for chestnuts on an Autumn Saturday afternoon. On the walk we would pass a small brick building. My Dad told us it was called a pillbox. My sister, Trina, and I had never seen one before but there are several throughout England and they were built during World War Two as a form of defence against the enemy. Trina and I would love to get our Dad to help us up on to the top of it, so we could then have a better view of our surroundings and be high up. All children seem to have a fascination with being 'King of the Castle'. The problem came when it was time to get down! It was too high for us to jump. Once again we needed help from our Dad. Dad would say "Jum...