I Live a Simple Life

Simplicity. There is nothing like it. While the outside world is bustling and racing time, my world stands calm. My simple days are full of climbing in the barn loft with a good book. Inhaling the fresh scent of hay and animals. Watching the sun rise and hit worn beams.

Sweat and tired arms stacked that lumber. The sound of the mill can be faintly heard still. 

The hollow sound of soil parting for the iron disc.

Little hands bringing me giant critters. I smile at their overflowing enthusiasm. 

The soft, reassuring trickle of the stream. It seems to sing to me "Be still my soul".

Handsome faces in camo.

Muddy, bare feet, tracking dust across worn floors. I sweep for the twentieth time that day, knowing that I'll want those tracks back again.

Beautiful, piercing eyes peeking out of hiding. Little voices call my name "Wook Bia! Pwetty flowers!"

That amazing brand of machines that makes life easier.:)

Snorty snouts digging for daily bread. God provides even for the lowest of creation.

The simple satisfaction of reaping bounty.

"The LORD is good to all; he has compassion on all he has made.... The LORD is faithful to all his promises and loving toward all he has made." Psalm 145:9, 13; . Psalm 145:17

                     Give me simplicity. I crave the soil; to see the ground bend to the will of my hoe. To see sprout what my scarred hands pushed into their fertile home.

"You made the heavens, even the highest heavens, and all their starry host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them. You give life to everything, and the multitudes of heaven worship you." Nehemiah 9:6

The day ends with laughter echoing across the fields. Such a satisfying sound. The sound of a fulfilled day. I love my simple life.