Wednesday, June 11, 2014
A New Day
The house is all tidy, just some laundry left to be folded from yesterdays wash day. Balsam incense are burning, filling the house with a scent that reminds me of camping in New England. Gentle songs played on the Celtic Harp by Patrick Ball, completes this perfect morning. The sun is shining so bright, the grass so green after all our recent rains. The sky, so blue that if you painted it, it would seem garish but God in His wondrous love for us, knows just how to blend the colors so that it all seems perfect. Life here on our little homestead feels full of order and contentment this morning. Our wants are few, our needs are few and our gratitude great. Its a good day.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...