Behind the Garden Walls
Jun. 15, 2008
A Respite
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Sometimes a vacation can be a very good thing. It can help smooth out the changes in life, making sure that everything stays connected. People, present, past. It can be a rest from the ordinary and increase your appreciation for the ordinary. It can be a chance to get some distance, to evaluate, to make resolutions in more effective way than at new year's. I knit in the car, and read. We visited the church in Akron, the Creation museum, and most wonderfully, my family. I saw my father, my mother, my youngest sister..... my grandfather and his wife. We saw the new and shining Greenville Seminary building, and visited the home where we had had our wedding reception. We went to the Scottish Games on a very hot day. When we left the South the temp was 100 degrees. The Lord watered my garden for me while I was gone, and when I returned it was to a revealing of mysteries (what is this plant? I will weed around it in theory that it is not a weed) I discovered that our bulbs were irises, that there were gorgeous red poppies in the back, some pink flowers that look like a yarrow, and something purple and spikey. Also many of the seeds that I had planted had sprouted....sunflowers, sage, parsley, oregano, summer savory, purple basil. The lettuce had grown enough so that we could make salad. The air here is cool at night, and the days have been pleasant. I love our little home. I love how the clouds are low in the sky in the evening, how they peel away in layers, white on grey on pink. I love our church, and our people. When we got home, the round of sickness started, and there has been a lot of nursing to health, and bathing, and extra laundry. There has been another migraine, and the smell of wet summer wafting through open windows and memories of how I used to sleep when I was single, at the "ranch", with my head on the window sill so I could go to sleep to that smell and wake up to the sight of the woods.....Such a time that was, a mixture of exquisite loneliness and of making new and dear friends, of opening truth from the Word and how keenly I felt the Lord's kindness fall on me. ... each time of life has its own blessings and struggles....the beginning always looks fresh, the middle looks riddled with error, but the end is maturity.... and it is all Coram Deo, when I feel it and when I do not.... the end of a thing is better than the beginning, and the middle is on its way to the end. |
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Posted by Raquel Jun. 20, 2008 - Lovely
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