GREETINGS ! I INVITE U2 accept JESUS CHRIST AS YOUR LORD & SAVIOR TODAY, RIGHT NOW, OR ANYTIME, & BE SAVED ! Don't wait until it is TOO LATE. Don't Hesitate. The consequences are TOO GREAT.! Humble yourself. You CANNOT do it alone. None of us can. Guaranteed 100% FAILURE RATE for those who try to GO IT ALONE. Kneel down now and say to Jesus, "Sorry & Thank you, I surrender to YOU, LORD, & Commit my LIFE 2 U, now & forever" 
"Grandpa's cottage" played a big part in my life growing up in west michigan. It was near tunnel park, and a little further from holland state beach & the lighthouse, pier, channel, black lake (macatawa) et al . This was the early 70's . We would spend a few weeks every summer there. My mom grew up going there every summer so she enjoyed taking us out there & it was always when our Aunt Diana & her two kids (Matt & Caitlyn) were there as well. We all stayed in the "guest house" that had six or eight bunk beds. They called it "the castle" because at some point in time somebody had put a sign over it that said "the castle." Meanwhile, in the bigger actual cottage my mom's step-mother, Nancy, & her three children stayed a bit more comfortably. Behind the castle was a round trampoline where Mark (Nancy's son) taught me how to do a flip. And then, of course, there was the lake where we spent most of our time during the day. Out on the lake we would swim, and sometimes body surf, clean up the alewives ( a type of fish a bit larger than large sardines) that dotted the beach during that decade.
...go skiing behind their "bluebird" motorboat (I also learned how to waterski on lake macatawa behind the bluebird" , play with the kids from the cottage next door (westrates, et al) and some a little farther away. I remember a kid named Brian Bilfus or something like that. His dad was in the waste management business from Chicago and one day, the story goes (I wasn't there) Brian apparently took their boat out & Brian was looking back at a skier he was pulling and ran right thru the middle of a sailboat. The story goes that Brian got a brand new bigger boat the next day. We would see him out on the beach from time-to-time. And we would go blueberry picking and ride horses at Teusinks, and go to church at Hardewyk CRC every sunday when grandpa would show up (which we jokingly called "hard-to-stay-awake") . While at the cottage all the "dads" were gone...working..sometimes our dad would show up on the weekends like grandpa but we didn't see much of either of them during the cottage time. In general it was a pretty good time..also playing board games on rainy days and "operator" around the kitchen table. Also tetherball out in back behind the trampoline...and we would see "uncle joe" & "aunt Chris" who had their own cottage at the other end of the property. Joe was Leo's brother & they were not, apparently, always the best of friends, but Joe & Chris came every summer and Joe would take his little sunfish out on the lake until he was a dot in the distance. When grandpa did occassionally show up, he would take LONG swims out in the lake until we couldn't see him. I remember Nancy always saying how worried she was about him. These were the cottage days that I remember.
" If u declare with your mouth,
“Jesus is Lord,” &
believe in your
HEART
that God
raised Him
from the dead,
u will be saved."
sometimes more relatives would show up with more cousins...i think this was eric vg's birthday
“I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have
sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or
by death.”
