Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Simplicity Feeds My Soul
Mei-Ling is now on the road to recovery, a relief to us, more than words can express. Yen is happily enjoying being at home with his mommy, daddy and big sister and I had time alone this morning after Emery went to work to just sit and give thanks for the wonder of prayer, for the ability God has given our bodies to repair themselves and for the personal strength to do all that I am called upon to do each and every day. I sat on the back porch in the sunshine. No fancy table scape, just the things in front of me that mattered at that moment. A little play pail left on the table by a sweet two year old, onions picked and drying in the sunshine. A cup of coffee, and a well worn, well loved Bible, underlined with notations made through the years. I have a new Bible just like this one, purple leather binding etc, but the old worn out one, missing its spine binding, is a part of me, a dear and treasured friend that I just cannot part with, regardless of its frail condition. I sat on the porch, listening to the birds, watching the hundreds of butterflies that have taken up residence in our yard right now and feeling so close to God that the gentle morning breeze felt like his breath on the top of my head. I remember being a little girl and having fallen down and my father picked me up, held me in his lap, his head bent, kissing me on my head, his breath felt, even and steady and somehow in that moment, I knew my daddy would not let anything bad ever come my way if he could help it. The breeze this morning felt like Gods breath on my head, in the very same way my daddy's did, so many years ago.
The peace and simplicity of this morning has fed my weary soul. It has nourished me and given me an inner calmness that I needed. At times I get carried away with dreams of having this or that in my home or in my life, a thing, an object. But on days like today, I know for certain what I have known deep down for many years. It is the simplicity of life that gives us what we truly need. Time to enjoy the things that matter. Time to sit and soak in the beauty that lies around us. Time to hear that small still voice that strengthens us. Time to rest our mind from the busy-ness of modern life. Today, I can say with all honesty, "it is well with my soul."
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...