Skip to main content

Perspective

I went for a little walk/run early this morning. I don't really care for running, I prefer to ride a bike. I don't really like getting up early, but once I drag myself out of bed, I find that I am thankful, every single time.

This morning I just needed to clear my head. The Hubs and I are heading into our busiest season, cutting silage and harvesting crops. I feel the overwhelming sensation beginning to creep in. It's working it's way into the everyday, making the most simple of tasks, feel harder.

So this morning I forced myself out of my warm cocoon of blankets and put on my running shoes. The moment I opened the front door, I knew I had done the right thing.

The air was fresh and crisp. It was quiet and still. As I began to jog, our youngest dog joined me, but the older one continued sleeping, it was too early she said.

Then as I rounded the barn, I laughed out loud. The cattle in the pens were still sleeping. Laying down, not yet ready to begin their day, they groggily raised their heads as the dog and I made our way past them. I was up before the cows.

That tickeled me. It's the little things people.

I made my way out to the location of the new house and just sat on a big wooden fence post out there for awhile. It was totally worth getting out of bed.

I learned something new about where our new home will be. The sun comes over the trees at 6:55 this time of year.

Beautiful.

I reminded myself that all the extra hours, and lunches packed and late nights and early mornings and heating up meals at eleven p.m., and housing hired hands for harvest. All of it is going to make this dream home a reality.

Perspective.

I took a deep breath and took a mental snap shot.

I ran back to the house. Within twenty minutes I had two extra mouths at the table and three men making plans for the day.

It will all be fine.

We are blessed to just have today and I will wait to see what tomorrow brings. Before I know it, I will be looking back on today and won't believe how far I've come.

Have a beautiful Tuesday.

 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Ugly

Earlier this year I spoke at a conference. I talked about gratitude, grace and joy. I was fully immersed in it and felt it down to my toes.

Then life got turned upside down and busy and somehow I forgot everything.

The last month or so has been a mess. I hate the rush of summer and the vortex that results and sucks up every minute and shreds my plans. I have let it consume me. I have been wallowing in self pity.

It all bubbled up and exploded last week when I threw a tantrum and in an attempt to keep from yelling I kicked the wall. My house that I love, that I built with my hands, that I poured myself into; I kicked it and put a hole in the wall and injured my foot.

It was stupid. The tantrum was stupid. I feel stupid.

But even more than that, I am angry at myself. I am angry that I allowed myself to get to the point that I would act that way.

I wasn't being grateful, I wasn't practicing grace and I certainly was no where near feeling joy.

I wanted my children and my husband t…

Changes

I was cleaning today, which gave me time to think, and thinking always leads me here.

The house is 'weekend messy', so decided to clean my floors, because The Nester says if your floors are clean the rest of the house feels clean too, even if it isn’t. 
I have found that it is pretty good advice, so when everything else feels chaotic, I clean the floors. Of course for me, cleaning the floors also means picking up the toys, shoes, clothes, etc. so that I can even begin to vacuum, which naturally leads to a cleaner home as well. 
While cleaning up I began to think about how this blog has evolved over the years, from a desire to write like The Nester about home, into what it is now. 
I started writing this blog when I was dreaming of building a new home. Then plans changed, life took turns, and we ended up in a home so different than I expected and so perfect for our family.

Somewhere along the way I realized that home wasn’t in the walls that went up or in the countertop choices…

The Farmer

I trust that, by now, you have all seen the commercial heard round the world. You know, the one that stopped all action and silenced a nation when the soft rumble of that voice drifted into living rooms on a Super Bowl Sunday.Yes that commercial. Paul Harvey's voice, unmistakable in its sincerity and beauty, spoke of a people whom work from sun up till sun down with no recognition. He spoke of a people whom care for their baby animals and pour their blood, sweat and tears into helping them grow. He spoke of a people, so foreign to many in the world today.He spoke of a people whom many have forgotten. He spoke of a people; my people. The farmer. I am a fourth generation farmer married to a fourth generation farmer. Together we are raising the fifth generation. We don't do it because its easy, it's not. The hours my husband spends working rival that of any doctor or lawyer I have ever met. We don't do it because it's profitable, some years it's all we can do to p…