Grateful for my God and my freedom to worship Him. I wasn’t expecting it to be a pilgrimage but it kind of was. I’m grateful for the experience of the free concert which put certain things in my life into perspective for me. And this time I printed the inside with nice words so it’s even easier to reach out. I understand why so many people have requested pretty sympathy cards over the years. Sending a card is possibly the easiest way for a person to extend love and support without getting in the way. We feel for the person, but the really hard work is private and is left to be sorted out between the mournful and God. Maybe say some words, mow a lawn, bring a covered dish - but sometimes we’re not close enough to the situation. We are all witnesses to the suffering around us. When things are unfair, when they don’t make sense, when they take too long, or when there are no answers - a person can really suffer. Or any number of things along the spectrum of life. It can be a smallish thing like losing a job, a larger thing like our barn fire, or something far worst, like the tragic loss of a loved one. Human beings experience our own personal "calvary" when something awful happens. When I looked up the word “calvary”, one of the secondary definitions was listed as, “an experience of unusually intense mental suffering”. Watched the brutality of it.Īnd it got me thinking. There is something about this lyric, which identifies the village of Calvary, that makes me realize that yes, this awful crucifixion really happened. "I believe, there's a place called Heaven In the middle of the twangy, craziness that is bluegrass, the lights will change and Jacob will step forward and we know to prepare ourselves for this special song. A really good party.Īnyway, Sideline performs a beautiful song called, "I Believe" (originally written by Jimmy Fortune and recorded by other artists over the years - check it out on youtube). We felt a little sheepish, like we crashed a party. When Adam won a door prize (and attracted a bunch of attention by screaming “booyah!” when he claimed it) I heard a person nearby murmur, “Yeah, I guess those are the ones that came from Ohio.” At the end of the evening, we approached the owner of the company and thanked him for the event (which was FREE by the way), and he said, "Oh, hey, aren't you the folks who came all the way from Ohio? Welcome! Thanks for coming!" Everyone who talked to us seemed really surprised that we traveled "all the way from Ohio". The concert seemed to be a local crowd, mostly employees of the company and their friends. Especially for my husband who lost almost all his business equipment and many, many of his favorite things. I’m so happy the neighborhood will no longer be looking at that charred eyesore!īut what a journey! We were SO BLESSED that our home was unaffected but it was still a huge setback for us. We salvaged what we could (not much) and after more dealings with insurance, are ready for it to be demolished later this week. This past weekend we were finally able to “finished” things with the barn. We didn’t WANT to deal with a situation that would take away so many of our ideas, possessions and our security. Last year I loved my new home and property. It’s that sort of limbo that makes you not like the cold start to an early fall day but, in that chill, finding your morning coffee to be cozy and special. But, I also lament the ending of the season I’ve been enjoying. When the weather shifts I find a new appreciation for the coming season. The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, It’s been profitable but most of all - it’s been FUN! So I’m planning to ride this wave into the new year and see where it goes. And it’s sort of a silly thing but I’m having a blast meeting new people, learning new things. So I tossed a little money at an opportunity to have a little space at an antique shop. I’m a creature of habit but at some point you want something new. The years fly by and I’ve been around long enough that I’m printing graduation invitations for the children of some of my earliest brides. Every five years or so, I update my printer but otherwise - it’s business as usual. So I’m over here, killing time, printing invites for fresh crops of brides. I love my life, God must have a purpose for me, but sometimes it doesn’t seem clear. Everyone is learning new things and sort of growing in different ways that I’m not really able to appreciate. Older friends are sending their kids to college or achieving other major life goals. My younger friends are still potty training and fielding sibling fights. School events, the turn of the seasons which brings sporting events or seasonal activities. Many of my friends seem to have things to “push” them forward. Without a family to tend to, my life doesn’t seem to change much from year to year. As the year winds down I start to think of new years resolutions and what might be “next”.
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