Remembering...

Praying...

Roots

Oh Lord! How old is that tree? 30 years? 40 years? As old as I? It stands strong and erect. Rain, soggy rain, snow, wind, drought, storm. And it stands. It stands where it always has been. Solid roots. Verdant branches raised to the sky.

My roots feel unsecured. My branches droop. Rain, soggy rain, snow, wind, drought, storm. I feel battered. Storm, so often storm.

You remain secure, solid, unchanged by the elements that You surround me with. You are my Refuge. My Shelter. Undertake, raise my droopy branches, that my worship and praise be sure and sweet. Help me stand.

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Labor Day...and I'm not

Today is Labor Day, a time to celebrate a day of not working. So, I'm not going to, work that is. I spent the past week and a half getting my chicken coop built, so today I am going to play. I am feeling like being creative in another vain, so, we shall see.

But I have also been thinking, as I sit here still in my jammies at 9:45am, something I never do, and thinking of a myriad of things of...

Of what will go in the garden next year.

My garden is rather pathetic this year, I will blame it on the weather, though I am partly to blame. So thinking of next year is a grand escape from what I see out my window at present.

I am thinking of my new chickens, Peg and ?, who now grace my little farm yard. I am rather proud of myself for the construction of the coop. Just me, myself, and I, a lot of scrap wood, some tears and frustration, and prayer.

I am thinking of laying in the grass today, and reading The Egg and I. I love the movie, and just watched it, so thinking I should read the book as well.

I am thinking of taking tea in the garden, and thinking of the construction of my greenhouse, which will start tomorrow.

Thinking of BLT's...

   of Kombucha...

          of spinning wool...

              of hoping my tea business will take off and start to pay for itself...

of starting work and paying my own way, first time ever in my life...

of God's faithfulness in spite of me.

I think a lot of my precious grand kids...how much I love them...how my arms ache when I am not with them...how much they delight my heart.

What are you thinking about today?