The last couple weeks, to be honest, the projects have been on hold because Mark has been working construction full time. When he arrives home in the evenings there just is not enough time to really dig into all the many unfinished projects around the homestead.
It is just the way life is sometimes. It is kind of like camping my husband says. He loves to smile and remind me of how much I wanted to be like the pioneers every time I struggle to find things in the kitchen that is graced with old shelves from the barn. Sometimes all I see is a mess, but I am glad that my husband reminds me that we are rugged pioneers. Somehow, it always makes me refocus, which is a good thing.
We women can get distracted very easily by the little things. Things that just do not matter in eternity—things that are in process. I think it is our fast paced society that dictates it. Generally, what it is, is lack of patience. Sometimes all you have is a little time. I just heard of a little girl named Gigi that only has a little time because she is dying of cancer. She is only 8 years old. When you hear things like that, you put life into perspective. You become thankful for the little things. As I read things about this little girl, who is so brave, so thankful for everything, I find myself encouraged so much by her example. Please pray for Gigi and for her family! (http://www.klkntv.com/story/29372336/8-year-old-with-cancer-and-family-at-peace-with-next-step#.VYvXUvVep-k.facebook)
Speaking of enjoying the little things in life, I have been so blessed this week…
I’m not sure if you remember, but when we first bought this homestead, my husband salvaged the top off a rusty old cook stove. He envisioned a greater purpose for it. He put it above our old, Amish, pilot propane stove that I LOVE! I love how when you open the door, it sounds like you are cocking a shotgun. That noise will make a person smile every time!
The boys were helping hold it in place…
The cabinet maker had to move away shortly after I sent out the last update on the homestead. The cabinets still sit in the shop. Mark and I plan to finish them up together, when time allows. It will be a process and it could be interesting, since neither one of us ever made cabinets. I love that life is spontaneous. When one door closes you feel the breeze of new beginnings blowing in through the crack of window! Hey, we will learn something and it may be something we will be really good at and enjoy! There is always a purpose to everything, I am learning.
Before the cabinet maker headed out of town with his trailer loaded down with their household items, he came over with the bass fiddle to store at our home. I was beyond excited since that was my instrument in high school and college. I love to plunk around on there and even softly bow the instrument to add some depth to the piano music being played.
That is what the girls and I do if we have extra time. We play these instruments together. None of us are reading sheet music, we just play by ear and from our heart. That is the best music of all! It is the little things, like making music together on warm afternoons, that make life rich for simple folk such as ourselves.
I keep dreaming into the future, families splashing in the creek, memories being made here at the homestead camp. The future homestead camp. The old rope that old Tom Slayman bought is still in its rightful place. The boys were having so much fun watching the excavation while it lasted. They swung high on that old black rope.
One of Tom’s boys told us that the rope was very special to their family. When they were living in those little cabins, they had little to no money. Living off the land was all they knew. He told me that his daddy once had $40 to his name. He went out and bought that sturdy black rope with his $40. It was all he had of any value but he bought it so that his children could swing from the trees into that same creek.
The rope is still sturdy after 25 years of hanging off the same limb. That is amazing. It is neat to see a little thing like a $40 rope that brings joy over decades of time. I imagine that rope will still be there, kids will still be swinging on it for many years to come.
Stop and take time to enjoy the little things. Be thankful in all things.