I know we had snow on October 23 in Garrett County, but earlier this month, our North Carolina Wolfes came to experience a touch of autumn on a balmy, 80-degree Saturday. Both children, born in Honolulu, had never attended a folk festival. Why not talk about the seasons God promised back in Genesis 8:22?
“While the earth remains, Seedtime and harvest, And cold and heat, And summer and winter, And day and night Shall not cease.”
Simple joys like petting the pony made our orange-clad family inquisitive — and then satisfied. What if I allowed the Lord to help me see the wonder of life’s simplest blessings as children do? To delight more than whine?
Seeing the sheep before and after shearing reminded me of the Lamb who sacrificed His perfect life for me. As Mommy and the children touched the somewhat oily lamb post shearing, the farmer’s wife told them that God provides the oil to heal the lamb in case of unintentional nicks in the process. How many times has He provided the oil of healing to my dings and nicks from life? Thank you, Father, true Physician.
And this much delight after a tractor-drawn hayride? Absolutely! “The joy of the Lord is my strength.”
Seeing the family watch the Indian, the llamas, the sheep shearing, and experience the making of brick-oven bread and fresh apple butter took me back to my rural New York State roots. I thought of people who had pointed me to the Savior, and I knew of His sovereignty in having allowed them to teach me.
The kindness of this gentle giant of a log splitter made Kelsey think her muscles could lift his wooden mallet and split that rail for the fence. God nudged me as a reminder that people offering the simplest kindnesses can create life-long memories for us all. No wonder Scripture says, “Be kind, one to another.”
Kelsey stood spellbound –unusual for her or any 3-year-old –as the woman spinning explained her craft. My heart wanderings took me to the gospel of Luke: “And which of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life’s span? “If then you cannot do even a very little thing, why do you worry about other matters? “Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You men of little faith!”
With hand-heart open to release my worries, I thanked the Lord for His goodness as I watched three generations walk together.