In the cool of the evening, I escape the house. The hot, stuffy house. I water the freshly planted seeds. The garden soil is dark, a few stray weeds poking up.
The cool evening breeze delights my soul. It refreshes me. Water from the hose leaks down my hand. I’ll have to get my husband to fix it. A lawn mower hums in the distance.
The birds are chirping and singing, their evening bustle hectic and loud. I hear the traffic in the background. For years I have resented this ever present noise. I’ve imagined it away. But tonight I realize it’s part of the backdrop of my life. This is where I’ve been planted.
Rather than longing to be situated where I think I’d be happy, I should be thankful that I am where God saw fit to put me. My friendly neighbourhood with familiar and beloved faces around me.
I return to the heat of my little old bungalow reluctantly. Inside is the bustle and noise of children getting ready for bed. They are not as noisy as the birds.
I can hear my son in the other room humming Amazing Grace. It feels somehow appropriate to my mood of resignation and acceptance. Amazing Grace indeed!!
Roberta Writes 