To our friends scattered to and fro,
Hello once again from the beautiful Shenandoah Valley!! This week was beautiful weather wise- mild, blue sky days, with some rain mixed in..
Several of our family headed to Lancaster in quest of Julia’s perfect purple fabric.. Father rode along, and we were hardly on the interstate til he was second guessing his decision.. Yeah, we wondered too.. 🙂 But he HAD to stop at M M Weaver and so he endured the entire time for a 20 minute visit.. Poor guy.. Good trip tho, and Julia had a lot of success shopping so we returned home with our van laden with purchases. Although Julia is the most laid back person around, this type of a trip is not for the faint at heart, I assure you.. And I was really really ready to see Paradise Lane.. 🙂
Ruth met us for breakfast, and Father was so glad to have another guy he hardly knew what to do-lol. They went with us to the first store, and Father was there for about 25 seconds before he said ” William, this looks like a girl’s store, let’s go outside where we can discuss tractors, and roosters, and stuff..” So they made use of the rockers outside.. I love children with personality and Daniel and Ruth are blessed with two of them.. And Father wished the rest of the day that he had a buddy who would sit outside with him and continue to tell him stories.. Good information.. 😉
Meanwhile Keturah was in with the ladies, selecting fabric of her own, making friends with a little amish guy who was not privileged enough to be included in the male pow-wow outside.. I wish I knew what they were thinking on this pic.. Too cute..
Today marked the end of this Sunday School year, and the last Sunday of my teaching term.. This year of “learning at the feet” of the older ladies at church was a real time of growth for me, and I will miss their wisdom, and insight. Today’s lesson was from Lamentations 3 and 5, and I thought it the perfect recap for our year of study..
Represented among our class was a wide variety of experiences, and they shared a lot.. Life lessons.. Broken health, broken dreams.. Illness.. Doubts, Disappointments.. Death of loved ones.. Difficult things.. Yet that hasn’t paralyzed them.. They still find beauty in the ashes..
That’s where the writer was- looking at his sorrow, and suddenly he bursts out in praise to the One who is Faithful. “His mercies are new every morning.. My hope is in Him.. He is good to them that seek Him.. that quietly wait for Him..”
And so I’m challenged.. As I look at the lives of those being lived out before me.. At the words of the writer.. God is Faithful. Even when the future seems really unknown.. And that is frustrating..
If I can just conquer that quietly waiting idea..:/
May you find Him faithful as well, Kendra
Our neighbor’s are trying to see how big they can grow this steer.. The last time he stepped on the scales, he topped it at 2615 lbs.. I’m curious how many acres of potatoes it would take to supply the fries for the amount of happy meals that fellow represents 🙂