The Chicken and I rolled up the driveway to the house at half past midnight last night/this morning after a long, full day of livestock judging with Obion County 4-H-ers. We had a blast yesterday, but I am scrambling this morning to catch up on a couple of writing assignments. My head is fuzzy and the words are coming slowly - this seems like an appropriate morning to share a repost!
I am grateful for the pause at the beginning of each day, when I can sit down with my Beloved...
HIS HAND WAS ON THE LATCH
- originally posted Friday, October 19, 2012
Nate and Tom headed down the driveway at 6:50 this morning. Steve
followed ten minutes later. As I washed the dishes from "early
breakfast," it occurred to me that since we had all been up very
late last night, the "late breakfast" crew would probably come dragging
downstairs even later than usual. Excited, I rushed to finish washing
the dishes and to switch the first load of laundry over to the dryer,
anticipating perhaps as much as an entire hour of uninterrupted calm.
My Beloved's hand was on the latch, and my heart was thrilled within me!
(Song of Solomon 5:4)
Some mornings - too many
mornings - life is crazy busy from the get-go. The day gets all on top
of me almost before my feet hit the floor. As I rush from breakfast to
school books, dentist appointments to piano lessons, a longing tugs at
my heart - a yearning for my Beloved because I missed Him at the door.
house I grew up in sat at the end of a long gravel driveway, way out in
the country. No one drove down that driveway unless they lived at our
house or they were someone coming expressly to see a member of my
family. I can still remember the sensation caused by the crunch of
tires on gravel - heads turned, ears strained. One person might peer
out the front window, while another bounded to the door. Crunching
gravel meant: Visitors! Company! And that was always a big exciting
deal, way out there in the country.
When Steve and I
were dating, way back about a hundred years ago, I think my ears could
hear the very first stone shift when that redheaded boy turned his Dodge
Colt off the paved road onto our driveway. Talk about a sudden thrill
of excitement...My heart raced, my cheeks flushed, and you did not want to be the unfortunate person to stand between me and the front door!
didn't feel quite so excited about Jesus way back then, but, well, I
didn't know Him very well then, either. But in spite of my initial
coolness, in spite of my distraction with a bazillion other things, in
spite of my clouded eyes and divided heart, Jesus persistently and
gently pursued me over the years, like a devoted and faithful Lover.
And, oh, how beautiful He has become! How exciting the thought that He
wants to visit with me - today, this morning!
you understand my excitement as I stood at the sink this morning and
suddenly realized, "An hour! Together, uninterrupted!" It was like
hearing that first crunch of gravel...the thrill of excitement, the
increase in heart rate. How precious the gift of an hour alone with my
Beloved, before the demands of the day set in!
Yes, I raced to answer the door.
found an old poem from baby felix
3 weeks ago