Fresh Water Academy was founded in 2010. It is home to four lovely young ladies of learning and their dedicated teachers. Located in the wilds of Wyoming, the name Fresh Water Academy was chosen as a Western analogy to Christ. Just as He is the Living Water, and we must have Him to have eternal life, any desert dweller knows the importance of fresh water to life, both for self, and the nourishment of crops or livestock. By taking nourishment in God and His word, we strengthen our own relationship with Him, our faith, and the quality and abundance of our fruitfulness.
Our keystone verse is from Jeremiah, Chapter 17, Verse 8: "For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit."
The fruit that we speak of is mentioned in Galatians 5:22
"22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, 23Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law."
And the heat could be anything we experience that might test our faith in God; trials and tribulations, relationships, anything that focuses our love and attention anywhere but on Him...
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
The Greatest "Frank"
I received a text this morning from my brother.
"Let us remember him as a Great Friend. Then history can remember him
as the Greatest "Frank" that has ever lived. Without question. We all Love you Frank.
July 1994 - December 3, 2012."
If you've ever had a pet who became your best friend through the years, then you understand. Frank was J.W.'s compadre, his backup, his friend. For 18 years, they were inseparable, side by side, through the trials and tribulations, and the wonder of it all.
Frank came to be a part of our family right after I'd graduated from high school. He was J.W.'s buddy through and through. Named after Frank Thomas, he was black and white, like his namesake's White Sox uniform. The cat with character he was. Frank was known for his escapades, from chewing on people's toes in the middle of the night, to surviving a battle with a car, not to mention the way he could clear a room with his silent and deadly gas bombs.
We all knew to keep our toes under the blankets, but forgot to warn a friend of ours one night when he stayed with us on his way through. He's a pretty tall guy, and his toes undoubtedly were hanging off the end of his berth. In the middle of the night, we were awakened with a blood curdling scream when Frank decided that his toes looked right tasty.
One day my dad was on the road with some rodeo friends when he got a panicked phone call from Mom, upset because she'd backed over Frank with the car. $1,000 in vet bills later, he was right as rain and scampering around just as lively as ever. It also gave him the opportunity to go on a much needed diet, and probably in the end prolonged his life because he was healthier and more active after he slimmed down.
I just share a few stories with you to remember the great friend that Frank was. I haven't seen him in years, but I have fond memories and love for him, and my heart hurts for my brother right now.
In Memory of Frank, The Greatest "Frank" that ever lived, and a true friend.