What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

An afternoon jaunt


Blue skies and golden sun beckons, after children have rested their weary bones or freed their noses from open books during afternoon quiet time. So books are shoved back into cases and apples are nabbed for the road, and we are off.

They run, these children of mine, only until they find sparkly stones to collect, or striped ones, or just plain gray ones that captivate despite their dullness.

It is quiet no more, with whoops! and hollering all the way up the mountain and back down again.

We reach the lower hill and admire the view. There's our (borrowed) farm under naked branches and fiery stripes of fleeting orange, with its' retired silos, green tin roof, and barbed wire fences that are no match for our ornery cows.

It still sorta stings, knowing it won't be truly ours. People say "God has something better in store for you." but I wonder-what could possibly be better than this? It would be impossible to love something so much. But God is the author of impossible, and so we trust. And WAIT.


Onward ho, to the middle hill. Ever behind, we trudge: she and he and me. If Adele makes it, I will be impressed. We have already come so far. If I were her and having a view like that stare back at me, I would feel defeated, but the one with the littlest strides has the biggest perseverance and makes it to the tip top. A mountain goat, she is. And a teacher to her Mama.

Sister grabs her tired legs and swings her round and round in a happy, giggly embrace when she gets to the top. It is so good to have people to share your successes with. It is so good to see those more accomplished, joyfully celebrating successes not their own.

If that wasn't enough reward, there is always this:

....and looking out and seeing how far you have truly come.

Our mansion house looks just big enough for fairies right about now:


Before she can properly claim she caught up, older brother and sister with the longer legs and faster sprints are off again. DOWN the hill. This time, off their feet and on their bellies.

Miss Fearless watches 'em go, and as usual, tries her own hand at it....


...only to discover it doesn't quite work out so well. Her chubby little arm just gets in the way.

Up and down they go, and we watch. If only I had half their energy.


But instead, I trail along behind, thankful for the girl holding my hand and the baby snoozing in front, both good reasons not to feel like I "can't" but that I "shouldn't."


I spy my own shadow, thankfully still attached (unlike Peter's), and remember a time when this shadow of mine was very similar and yet, very different~ for my baby now, is on the outside and Smooch is now decidedly a "he". Old habits die hard though, and "he" is still decidedly "Smooch" more than Judah.


We trudge home, with pinkish noses, chilled arms, happy hearts and of course, pockets and fingers full of treasures.

The joy is in the journey.

"There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on
the feelings, as now in October."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne

9 comments:

Bonnie said...

Sigh. Its lovely, I'll be back to actually read later as we are heading off for our own jaunt (and B. won't say where...)

Tracy said...

Such a great post, Rebecca! What a view! I think they built the house in the wrong spot. I'm envious. I've been wanting to get outside to enjoy the leaves and the sunshine- Lord willing, tomorrow. Baking has kept me in- not for my own family, but for a town luncheon. It paid too well to pass up, and so I'm stuck indoors.

Mom of M&Ms said...

What a little piece of heaven right here on earth.. and i mean the farm and your life. Thanks for sharing such beauty

Christine Williams said...

What a beautiful view! What a nice piece of poetry and such sweet pictures. Fall is one of the prettiest seasons. Thank you for sharing this.

P.S. I have been following your blog for some time now and have finally gotten the courage to comment. I love the way you write and the simple but beautiful way you put your thoughts together. I hope to some day achieve:)

Anonymous said...

I LOVE this post - its content and cadence make for a tremendous pleasure of a read.

Leah said...

So Rebecca, is that farm where you actually live? It is beautiful!!!

I love fall... and I love that picture of Corynn holding Adele silhouetted against the gray but gorgeous sky.

(By the way, did you get the "Smooch" soap and other items yet?)

...they call me mommy... said...

Gorgeous pics!! We always come back with our pockets full of treasures also! :) That baby in the sling...*swoon* Prayers about your housing situation...*sigh*

I LOVE that poem! I might have to use that one of these days! :)

Blessings!
Amy

Rebecca said...

Leah O.~ yes. It is the farm where we live. We moved here under the verbal agreement we would buy it from the owners but they recanted that offer so they could keep the place for their son. SO we live here and rent until they kick us out or we find a place of our own. The son is in no hurry to move back.

As for the package~I got it last afternoon and swooned over it for ages. You are beyond thoughtful, which I am in the process of writing to you in a note. Thank you so much for our goodies, each one was beautiful.

alltheposts said...

Beautiful!! I always look forward to reading your delightful words and seeing your breathtaking photography!