As I was working in the garden last week, I fell to thinking about the year so far, and everything that’s happened. I was surprised to realize everything that has been contained in just nine months!
I also realized that right now, today, is a season of peaceful bliss.
Time has slowed down, allowing me to catch my breath for a little while, and it is sweetly peaceful. Contentedly quiet. Restful. Joyful.
Not to say that I’m not still busy — ’cause I am. October is a busy time for our family, but it a peacefully busy time. Right now our family is getting ready to host the annual Ebenezer Evening in our home, the Fall Fellowship event that we plan for all year. We are preparing to head down even farther south for an annual reformation day play that our little ones take part in every year, and that we older ones help with. Sewing has taken up much of my time these last few days, and I have been grateful for the excuse to pull out my sewing machine and get creative. Fabric and scissors and thread is the limit of my creativity, and I enjoy every minute of it :-P Both of the choirs I participated in last year have started up again, and every Sunday I get to relish in the delight of singing different portions of Messiah. The Scripture in the oratorio is familiar after five years, and there are times in church when I have to stop myself from humming out the tunes =) I was able to convince two of my sisters to sing in the Festival of Music with me, and it has been fun to learn new and challenging music.
My grandparents came home a couple weeks ago. I cannot tell you what a relief it is to have them home again, safe and healthy. I sure do miss the both of them while their away for the summer, and this year was no exception. And even though I was up there with them just a few weeks ago, I was still looking forward to their return =) We have had busy days of running errands around town together, and it has been fun :D
We’ve had more company these last few months, which has been nice. Several families have been able to share a meal with us and just have fun fellowshipping — I love having friends over and getting to know them better in a more casual setting.
We were able to help with a bridal shower for one of the sweetest couples a few weeks ago, and I was honoured to be able to make cookies for them, and had fun learning a new technique — roses! In a few weeks we’ll be headed out of town to help with wedding preparations, which is always a fun time, and to witness the two covenanting together in holy matrimony — it is a blessed time for sure to witness such a joyfully solemn event in the life of two sweet friends!
One big thing that was accomplished the last few months — to me, at least — is that we were finally able to get our home feeling more homelike. It seemed we hadn’t had time for hanging things back on the walls, putting curtains up, decorating….anything, really, since the termite invasion nearly three years ago. When life slowed down, not only did we find a time to finish the bathroom, kitchen, hallway, and living room, but we also were able to re-paint the living room to match the kitchen, re-arrange furniture, including moving the piano, and add some extra light to the room. It has been fun, and I’ve learned something — being able to decorate a house really does help it to feel like a home :D
I was finally able to get the fall garden planted, and we have lettuce and broccoli and cauliflower and greens and kale and onions peeking their heads out of the ground. From the summer garden we are still getting banana peppers and we are waiting on pumpkins to turn orange. I’m personally not a big pumpkin eater, but there are two recipes I really like, mainly because they are those comforting-always-there-every-year recipes: Pumpkin Roll, and Pumpkin Dip. And both are ten times better when made with fresh pumpkin — and twenty times better when made with a fresh pumpkin from the garden :D
Our neighbors brought the boys with them to pick tomatoes from a commercial tomato farm that they were about to plow under — they were able to bring back hundreds of tomatoes. Our neighbor taught us how to can them, and so one of my sisters and I canned several quarts of tomatoes — and I was able to make ketchup from them. If you’ve never had homemade ketchup, you’re missing out! It took some some finagling by Mom, but eventually everything fit into the cabinets. The beans, peppers, jams and jellies were moved around to make room for the tomatoes and ketchup, and our table was finally cleared off =)
Fall is definitely on the way — it seems summer has held on longer than usual here in the heart of Dixie, and it has been a strange conglomeration of flowers and falling leaves for a while. We still have pretty flowers, but we also have leaves that are starting to change and yards that are starting to die. We have winter birds already here, and the bright red cardinals are odd to see with the hummingbirds. The air is chilly at night, and just plain hot during the day. It’s still warm enough for bare feet and iced coffee and iced tea, yet cozy enough to curl up with a good book and something warm to drink in the evenings. The fog has begun to shroud the land at night, making the earth look ethereal. Caterpillars and squash bugs are everywhere outside, and those autumn spiders that come out and make webs right in the middle of the path where you walk are everywhere.
The seasons changing in the country is a beautiful sight, and I am firmly convinced that the heart of Dixie is the prettiest of all. It is a time to witness the creativity of our Creator, the magnificence of creation. The colours changing, the stars moving around the night sky, the leaves dying, the bare branches, then the spring’s whisper of hope and promise and new life, followed by summers robust heat and beauty.
I love the changing seasons. They’ve taught me to embrace change as a thing of beauty, as a thing wondrous to behold. They’ve taught me not to fear change, but to trust in the wisdom of my Saviour. He brings life back into bare branches and turns brown grass green. He brings warmth back to the sun, and paints brilliant sunsets.
It’s a beautiful time. A peaceful time of endings, with a promise of new beginnings and a hint of adventure in the air.
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.