I am thankful that for the last decade or so the Lord has allowed me to
live my days at The Acres. The solitude is perfect for my timidity and
"aloneness." The silence is perfect for my melancholy and meditative
spirit. The beauty is perfect for my, well, my love of the beautiful in
His creation. The variety of environments has allowed me to add a
variety of shrubs and flowers to its loveliness--from shade to bog to
pond side to sunny meadow to dappled hideaways, He has beautiful
glories for every site. And the Gardening Angels He has assigned to
"labor" at The Acres are masters of the stunning surprise. It was, in
addition, the perfect place to bring Mom for the last five years of her
journey Home.
He has given me a host of feathered friends as well.
And lately a flock of cats for entertainment. Not to mention the white
dishrag, Nosy Rosy, Homesteader to rule over the cave. He knows how to
give good gifts.
Often He and I have had a conversation as I
meandered in and out among the beautiful. Often I speak to Him
aloud--without neighbors thinking I've lost my mind. I'm sure I do more
talking and less listening than I should, but He is a loving, patient
Father. Weeping and rejoicing have both been sown here as well. The
soil is fertile. Each day I sense His presence Yet, He is wise enough
to send me out into the "world" to love and be loved--I hope--by that
most spontaneous of creatures--the teenager. I "try" to make sure they
know that He is my constant Companion--even in the halls of man-made
buildings.
It has been quite a marvelous decade. One I could never
have imagined. Above all I could ask or think. Yes, good gifts are His
specialty. And I thank Him each and every day, each and every walk,
each and every bloom, each and every each and every. I have been truly
blessed.
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