Perspectives II

At one time, I thought that God was to supply all my "wants", for I perceived that wants were needs. I was often disappointed in what I saw as His lack of supply until I realized that my needs had always been met, just not my desires for things that weren't really needs.

Along with this misconception, I had the idea that God showed love toward us by giving us a pleasant existence without trials, sickness or hardship. Then I read about a pastor who had been imprisoned in a communist country and made to walk around and around in his cell every day like a horse on a tether line. His minimal ration of food and his sleeping conditions had rendered his body extremely weak. In this condition he was sent to a hard labor camp in Siberia. After his release, he said that what had sustained him during that time of extreme hardship was the love of God. He had even composed a little song about how God's love had made the ice of Siberia melt. His experience showed me that I had no concept of the love of God! I'm glad to say my perspectives are changing.

Hundred Year Old Dirt?

Recently a man came to help Rich level the floor in the basement. That involved breaking up the old floor and carting out the concrete before the new cement could be poured. In the process, some of the dirt under the floor was also taken out. When I saw the pile of dirt, I thought to myself, "that's 100 year old dirt."
It probably isn't, since the concrete floor wouldn't have been poured one hundred years ago, but the house is that old, celebrating its centennial this year! The thought brings to mind some others concerning old things.

When we moved here, Esther and Josh were sure that there must be buried treasure somewhere in the house. They were always on the lookout for the hidden treasure whenever a wall or floor was opened up for repair. Although nothing that wonderful ever appeared, when the cistern was cleared of debris, several interesting old bottles were found, including glass milk and cream jars from the days when milk was delivered to the home.

I always enjoyed reading pioneer stories when I was a child. Much of my pretend play centered around pioneer stories. While exploring the pastures around my home, on the lookout for old pioneer artifacts, I discovered an Indian arrowhead.

I'd Rather Be

This morning I'd rather be writing all the blog ideas that I've thought of today, writing emails, and chatting on the computer.
But--I need to stay on track or everything else in the day will be derailed!