Did you know that I grew up the youngest of three kids - two older sisters - in a little town called Cowgill, MO? Yep! My dad, Wayne Goll, ran a Lumber Yard in close by Braymer and later my mom worked with him in their own Lumber Yard in Polo, MO.
Our house was just about the length on a football field from the railroad tracks and boy the train would shake the house when it came lumbering through the little town of 259 people! I use to love walking those railroad tracks talking to God and thinking He was even talking back. I learned to love church. Our family went to the local Methodist Church and my mom was the head of the Women's Society of Christian Service - part of the time and my dad - well he was the Treasurer of the church for years and we were the janitors!
I mowed the church yard summer after summer. Now that I think about it - I don't think I ever got paid! Ha! I even helped my dad count the Sunday offering at home every Sunday afternoon right after mom had fixed lunch. My dad collected coins - so I think that was his real reason for being Treasurer. He would make sure that I knew to hold out every wheat penny and buffalo head nickel! (He replaced them of course!) I still have some of those coins to this day and will pass them on to my kids as my dad to me and my two sisters.
We had a neat big church bell in the front yard of the church too. Different ones of us in growing up had the honor of ringing the church bell telling everyone in town it was time to start the services. I loved it all. I was a fixture in the church house - kind of a church mouse you could say.
So - why am I telling you this? We all begin somewhere. Never look down on the place of your beginnings - it just might be the soil that you got your root system from. So thanks Lord for watching over me in growing up those many years ago. We all start somewhere!
James (Jim) (Jimmy) W. Goll