I live in a valley, in a rambling old farmhouse on three little acres tucked in from the road. We live next the a cemetery hill that boasts a grand, stately oak. I can’t tell you how many sunrises I’ve watched framed and contrasted through the branches of that tree.
Every morning I wake to a chorus of roosters, a mama sheep calling for her lamb, and sometimes even the clip clop of goat’s hooves on our tin roof. I am mama to five mighty girls and wife to a man with smiling eyes. In the evening I walk under a lavender sky, barefoot through cool garden earth, to check on my seedlings and watch the sunset over several farms.
Life doesn’t get much better than that.
“The heaven’s declare the glory of God. And the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech, and night unto night reveals knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. Their line has gone out to the whole earth, and their words to the end of the world”- Psalm 19:1-4