Monday, August 15, 2011
The other day I was on a bike ride mulling over this recent trial God has us going through.
I glanced down this random gravel road and was instantly thrust into the most beautiful, peaceful scene.
A little Amish boy in his typical blue pants, white shirt, and bowl cut was strolling next to his father, twirling a stick.
It was like a painting. It warmed my heart.
Then just beyond them I caught a glimpse of a little girl, probably Marie's age, wearing a plain pale yellow dress with her blond hair up in high braided pigtails. She was skipping.
Just as she disappeared behind the house I noticed another girl, a little older. She had on a pale purple dress and had long brown hair. She was leading a pony, jogging with it around the house.
I live in Amish country. But I think I'm still getting used to it. Something about this incredible glimpse into their lives forced me to forget about the rough times in our life for just a moment. The joys of simplicity, of childhood, of the country... I needed that.
It was surreal.
So I decided to whip out my iPhone and capture some of my surroundings as I rode by.
I love that the overwhelming stench that sometimes permeates our neighborhood isn't bus fumes or cigarette smoke. It's cow manure. Duck poop.
I love how rare it is to hear sirens out here. Instead I'm listening to birds chirping and crickets buzzing.
I don't know what God has planned for us. I don't know how long he'll let us stay here. But for now, I'm in love with the beauty, the quiet, the peacefulness.
I'm so grateful He has us here now.