Wednesday, January 23, 2013

In a Leafy Silence

Two days ago I wrote about the brown ugly leaves that cover my yard.  Someone (A Quiet Life) changed my focus and reminded me how the leaves protect and cover the tender growth below them, for promises of grass and plants in spring.
Today again I am prompted to change my focus of the brown ugly leaves.  The reminder is of my gratitude in my ability to hear.  I'm sitting on the porch with Ikey, enjoying the "spring" weather I spoke of two days's 74 degrees.

I hear a rustling of those brown crunchy leaves as the cattle walk in the pasture up close to my house.  I hear!  There is enough silence and peace around me that I can "hear" the rustling of those leaves.  I can also hear the turning of the windmill that turns, pumping water from the ground for the cattle to drink.  As the breeze blows I can also hear the tingling of the chimes that lull me to sleep at night along with the singing of the coyotes.  My gratitude includes my life in the country minus the car horns, police sirens, and the loudness of city life.  Oh how grateful I am for my little house in the country.
So, brown, ugly leaves, I am grateful to you after all.  I thank you for the blanket you provide and look forward to your spring surprise!

Romans 10:17
Consequently, faith comes from hearing the message, and the message is heard through the word about Christ.

Encourage One Another, continuing the journey on fresh paths.

Be blessed and love, xo

1 comment:

  1. i have lived in the country for 25 years, i so cherish silence, i can even hear the train whistle 15 miles away. i once stayed in fl for a month on the beach, the first time i heard the dolphins breath i thought i had died and gone to heaven. silence is golden. really like the shot of your coyote skipping by.