Sunday, February 19, 2012

Living and Loving It

I confess.... I've been absent from here just enjoying Life again. 

Friday morning before the sun even rose, Tom and I slipped away to his appointment for another twice-yearly back injection. In darkness we crossed the bridge outside my bedroom window and over busy roads (which I do not like, so I sit silently and pray). The wait was less than usual, under three hours this time and I nibbled on (bad-for-me) food from the vending maching, bought decaf from the nice man who owns the on-site deli and reread It's Bright In My Valley for the umpteenth time. Also read my free issue of The Good Old Days and considered contributing to the card showers requested by relatives in the magazine's back section. So old-fashioned and sweet, those card showers.

After Tom's injections he's supposed to rest the remainder of the day so, when home, we had another Numb3rs mini-marathon and I began cleaning the house in between episodes for our company the following day.

On Saturday, Tom's tractor buddy, Al, and his wife, Shannon came over to lunch. We gave them a tour of our sweet little house then sat 'round the old pine table eating Fideo, Spanish rice and homemade applesause and chatted about where our lives have taken us since we last saw Al at our farm (this was the first time we'd visited with Shannon). And before waving good-bye we stepped out on the patio and showed them our river view, grey on this very grey day.

The visit was lovely as Hobbit Cottage visits are. And then, since I'd worked like a proverbial horse cleaning and cooking earlier in the day, I left the dirty dishes in the sink (where I'd wash them the next day while recalling the good time) and Tom and I watched more Numb3rs. Eventually I came up here and you know? The loveliness continued upstairs in Debra's World, this place where God and I hang out for hours and hours each day, listening to vintage music, reading and watching dvd's, clipping coupons and answering emails.

It's all good. Truly.

And although He reminds me to always savor, memorize every good time with Tom, Naomi and our friends--and I do try so hard--still, it is God who enchants me. He is the best thing that ever, ever happened to me. And even if all things change for me someday--as long as I have Him--everything will be all right.

And better than that, for He will make it so--as long as I desire Him now, hold Him closer than all others before the changes occur.



Uh-oh! I've created a Little House Monster. Tom finished reading The First Four Years in just one night (!) 

Thought I still owned a copy of the next book, On The Way Home, but instead, I had to order it (cheaply, with leftover gift card $$). In the meantime, Tom's reading Little House On The Prairie for the first time and is already half-finished.   My, my, my...  :)


"You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore."   ... Psalm 16:11




Kristi in the Western Reserve said...

May you always be blessed with the Presence of God and the ability to find happiness whatever the circumstances......

Kristi in the Western Reserve said...

Maybe I should have said the awareness of the presence of God....Because, of course, He is always with us.

Anonymous said...

what is Its Bright in my Valley about? It doesn't say at amazon.

Debra said...

Kristi--thanks for being sweet! I appreciate your good wish more than you know.

Becky--Thanks for asking about this book! It's rather like Gulley's Front Porch Tales, except that it was written around 1961.

Philip Cleveland wrote essays about his days as a young pastor and the memorable characters he met in the New England towns where he pastored in the 1940's and 50's. He was able to lead some of them to Jesus, not all, but each person was interesting and many were quirky and what others would label as impossible to get inside a church.

He learned to deal with people with respect, patience and to find common denominators which would help him form friendships with them, first.

These were all true stories and I never tire of reading them!

Thanks, Ladies! Blessings, Debra