Dirt Roads and the Simple Life

 

 

.:. I am eternally blessed.:.

…I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. It was just after 7:00am and the sun was shining cheerily through my open window, while a light, crisp morning breeze was dancing across my skin. The smell of morning air here is so virgin, so untouched and fresh. It hasn’t been spoiled by deisel fumes, city smog or acid rain. It is just as God intended it. I woke up this morning with a smile on my face. I heard the summer birds chirping and singing to one another, rejoicing in the morning God has given them, using the voices they were blessed to sing with. As I lay there, I’m already looking forward to my morning mug o’ tea, piping hot and untainted by sugar or additives. I willed myself out from under my big, feather-down blanket and into my warmer shirt and I padded upstairs straight to the tea pot. I had great intentions of sitting down with my tea and reading my new yard sale find, the book ‘The Beet Queen, but I was inspired to write instead. So, like all well rounded American’s would do, I went to the radio and turned on NPR, grabbed my laptop and here I sit. One may say that I’m wasting my morning blubbering about it all over a blog, but I beg to differ. There are so many ways to spend a perfect morning, a perfect Sunday morning that is. Some mornings, I’ll get out of bed just as the sun is waking up and I’ll head straight for my bicycle and hit the country roads to greet the morning with my blood pumping, fresh wind in my face and praise escaping my lips rising up to my Father in Heaven. Other mornings I’ll get out of bed around 5:00am, make my tea and head out into Peace River Acres to pull the knarly weeds that threaten the livlihood of our growing produce, my hands wet with dew and smelling like fresh tomato plants. But then, some mornings are like this morning; waking up and wanting to paint a picture of my blessed life.

…As much as all these days and mornings make my life a blessing, the people in my life are really what makes life what it is for me. This morning, I’ll pick my parents to bask in the spotlight haha..

.:. My father is a graceful, solid rock in my life. My childhood was spent visiting with him about the complexities of life while he worked on a carpentry project in the shop, or we’d sit by the camp fire on a Saturday afternoon in the Fall talking about God. Strider was a tool for Abbah to help shap and mold my mind to become a wiser child and young adult. My mother is lovely. She is beautiful inside and out, she secretly wishes she were born in a different time just as I do and she instilled in me a love of nature, earth and simplicity. She’s helped me embrace my femininity and helped me balance it with my tom-boy nature. She’s taught me the finer things in life like knitting, sewing, gardening, baking, cooking and laughing:) She’s taught me to not always be so serious, learn to laugh at yourself when my brow starts to furrow and reminded me to be more gracious in sticky situations. This woman is a lovely gift from my Abbah and I have found myself madly in love with her more each day, more each year as we continue to get to know each other.

.:. For all the things I’ve babbled on about this morning, I am eternally grateful. I know I am blessed beyond much of the world. I know I have so much to be thankful for and I hope that no matter what circumstances I live in for the rest of my life, I can always remember how wonderful this time in life has been for me. I hope each person will feel a little glimps of this kind of morning at least once in the years they spend in our complicated world. For mornings like this, give you a renewed hope for the rest of the mornings.

Cheers!

-kvandeway