My goodness what a beautiful month this has been. I wake up every morning to a new world, it seems.
My flowers are just amazing. These flowers came from Nik. My dear son by marriage, because God answered my prayer and he married Emilie. I just don't know how our family ever got along without the wonderful people God brought into our lives through marriage. Then of course, all of the grand children. My cup does overflow. I hope your day was wonderful.
After my Dad remarried, he sold that house and built another one way outside town so we could raise cows, sheep, and pigs. My Dad owned six grocery stores and a feed store. So we had lots of chickens, ducks, turkeys and exotic chickens.
The lady who bought the house almost 40 years ago, was moved into a care facility. She is still alive but her children sold the house earlier in the spring and this weekend was the estate sale. We will be getting new
neighbors soon. A couple of my boys went over and went through the house. I was curious, but somehow didn't have the heart to go look. It has been bad enough living next door, watching every thing go down hill.
I do hope they have sheep, and goats and chickens and children. I hope they will use the pens that my Dad built and that the house will be loved again. Such a lot of work they will have to do though. No one has done anything since we moved in 15 years ago. Or they may tear it all down and start over. It will be interesting to watch.
Then I say, but I would never live anywhere else that I would like better, but the greed sometimes gets to me. No weeds to chop, no water woes. Then there is the problem of the porches. I don't want to leave my porches. Or the tree in front. Funny things as I write this, that I think are important.
Okay enough rambling on and on. Life is always changing isn't it? I keep thinking, I am going to get better with accepting things as they are, and I realize, I am still not any better at it.
It is Monday, the laundry baskets overfloweth.
Have a lovely week,
Elisabeth Elliot---Let Me Be A Woman
" Let your beauty be...the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible ornament of a gentle and quiet
spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God."
1 Peter 3:3-4