All the kids were out.
I turned on the fire.
In the quiet.
There was a time the quiet haunted me.
Ripping my soul.
The quiet; a reprieve from the days activities.
We had a spontaneous lunch gathering around the farmhouse table.
Folks helping out with repairs and other chores came to find nourishment on this brisk day.
There is much on my heart and mind these days.
The state of our country.
Our regular scheduled trip to Haiti.
I sit in the silence.
How often Jesus withdrew to the quiet.
But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.
He withdrew with purpose and intent.
To take a breather from his often hectic schedule.
This is a practice I must seek.
The quiet; not natural for me.
But the weariness from days on end of activity are showing.
When I seek the quiet, and dwell with the holy, something in me changes.
The peace and strength are not my own.
My farmer returned from the barn.
We watched an old favorite of ours.
An Affair to Remember
It is hopelessly romantic and my farmer loves it as much as me.
The youngest farm girl comes home and watches as intently as we do.
I breathe in deeply this moment.
I am thankful for:
Moments that catch me off guard
lunch around the farm house table
The crisp air
chores to do to get ready for winter
a warm house
My farmer who works so tirelessly
Haiti and how it has changed me even having never set foot on the soil
children that are pressing through hard times
the college girl and her acceptance into the Global Health minor at college
the Grace given by a loving God
May your Saturday be full of unexpected joys.
I pray that you will search and look for these joys today.
I am trying.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him,
so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.