Ah! Memories of a simpler time. Met a white truck loaded with big, red cedar logs today. He was driving a little too fast, but I know why. His load seemed too big for his small truck, but I know why. Some of the butts of those trees were at least 50 across it seemed to me. They were of such a deep, beautiful red and I imagined the beautiful furniture they would make . Seldom have I seen such large cedar logs. The man appeared to not have a care. I imagined a wife waiting at home, preparing herself for a much needed trip into town for groceries. Maybe she could have some peace for awhile knowing the electric bill, which was a little late could be paid. I imagined how relieved she must be that her fears of having no electricity in the hot, dusty days of August were not going to be realized. I imagined her planning her budget hoping that this God given blessing of such a tract of cedar, so large, so clean, so easy to access would provide enough money to catch their bills up before it was time to buy winter propane. I imagined the smiles on the faces of the children coming home to nice snacks and getting to watch a little television before starting their school homework, also thankful the electricity would still be on. I imagined how the husband would rush home to his wife after he divested himself of his heavy load, just happy he hadnt busted a tire on a stump, or that the chainsaw had held up for yet another load. He would grab her and they would embrace and be happy for a time that this existence of trusting God for daily covering and sustenance had paid off once again.l
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 15:03:16 +0000
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