Changes

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When I first started blogging I did a post on an old boxelder tree of ours. Our boys thought it was an eyesore. My husband loved it for the fact that it housed so much wildlife through the years. It was a tree that refused to die and seemed to have confusion over the fact it was a tree rather than a tall bush.

My husband decreed the tree would stay till the dead part fell over. It was up to God when that would occur and he (my husband) would not hasten that day. This past September, the decreed time came to pass. We were sitting on the porch one morning during my recuperation period and suddenly noticed that this event had happened.20181107_164213.jpg

We have no idea exactly what day it happened. We just know that by September 16 the majority of the tree was down. It was a little sad to know that there would be no more squirrels raising families in that tree. Owls, hawks and eagles would no longer perch in the top part of those dead branches.

We will miss those days of watching the animals that used that dead tree. We should probably have counted the varieties of animals that actually used it for a home or just a resting place. Everything from squirrels, woodpeckers of all types, wood ducks, geese, eagles and more have used it.

I have found out this past year that life can change as quickly as a tree falling over. One week you are healthy….the next months you struggle to regain what disappeared in a flash. Families change…..parents make life changing moves to a new residence and it is hard on the entire family. Children get married and it is a wonderful celebration. Life is such a mix.

This year of 2018 is quickly….way too quickly…coming to a close. Looking back, it is hard to believe how many things are not what they were a year ago. Some are better….some are worse. I have a feeling that is just how life is and it is okay.

This Thanksgiving our devotion was on being content in any circumstance. It asked us if we would be content if God said “No” to our prayers….or “Wait”. I would love to answer that I am always content, but that would be a lie. I will say I strive to be content.

There are things I would love to change as quickly as the wind pushes a tree over. I would love to be as I was before West Nile. And then I need to remember how long that tree withstood every storm that came it’s way. It is good to step back and see the blessing in the wait.

The tree was a great lesson on waiting…on contentment. It was in no hurry to fall. While it waited it was useful and in it’s seeming deadness it housed so much life. It is a lesson I can learn. A lesson that there can be a contentment in the wait. A lesson that even though I am not at 100 percent I can still be useful.

Now that our tree is no longer there for those life lessons I am beginning to look around and wonder what part of creation God is going to use next to teach me those life lessons? I have a feeling there will always be something that will be used to teach….as long as I open my eyes.

May you be blessed in the waiting this weekend. May you be content in the changes that life brings.

 

Biblically, waiting is not just something we have to do until we get what we want. Waiting is part of the process of becoming what God wants us to be.     

John Ortberg

 

 

Endings and Beginnings

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There are some events in life that are bittersweet. Farm sales are one of those events. There is the excitement of attending a good sale, but there is also the fact that farm sales can be intensely personal for those doing the selling.

What might look like a jumble of tools and machinery to a bystander can really be pieces of equipment that contain an amazing amount of memories for the family selling those items.

Last weekend my husband and I attended the farm sale of his cousin.  Some of the reason we went, was so my husband could take a trip down memory lane..and some of the reason was we felt it was important to be there for family.

My husband did enjoy wandering through the barn and the grove. He also did a lot of reminiscing when he was looking over the older tractors. He recalled helping his uncle when it was baling time and the old H was the tractor pressed into service for that task.

 

It was fun to visit with the family and catch up on where the kids were at and which grandkids belonged to who.

It truly was a bittersweet day, as this farm place had been in the family for a very long time. Seeing the equipment sold and knowing that soon this family would not have any relatives living on this farm spoke of endings.

The day of the sale also spoke of beginnings. Beginnings for the new couple that will be moving there and starting traditions of their own. Beginnings of new dreams with new people and new events.

In thinking about it…..it really isn’t an ending at all….it is just turning the page to a new chapter.  The land will still be farmed. A family will live in the big old farm house. Eventually children will run across the yard and search for kittens in the barn in the spring. It will not be an ending at all….it will just be a different kind of same.

There is nothing permanent except change.
–  Heraclitus