We do not own the house that we live in. We were blessed two years ago by a woman who owned a house that needed work and wanted tenets who were willing to fix it up a bit. So Eric and I have worked on this house and maintained it as though it was our own, with the hope that someday we would be able to buy it. Times being what they are, the owner has decided to sell and we are now looking for a new residence.
In the yard of this house there are four large pecan trees; all at least forty years old, some older than fifty. On occasion I find little pecans that have fossilized and pick them up and put them in a little glass jar. I save these pecans because they remind me that even when that pecan was a fresh green bud on the branch of the tree, God knew we were coming here and He knew the purposes He set forth for us. The little rocks serve to keep me ever mindful that I am never off God’s radar; that even as this pecan was fresh enough to eat, He knew where I was going to rest my head. I like to look at them and think about all the quiet changes that came over them as they burrowed deeper into the dirt to become rock solid; and I think about how God saw them fall to the ground and knew their function. He has a plan, of this I am most certain. I am most thankful for my little rock collection and eager to see the next place He has been preparing for us.
My Rock Collection
September 8, 2005
September 8th, 2005 at 1:37 pm
Amy,
That is so frustrating that you are having to move. I was really hoping things would work out for you to buy the house. GRRRR!!! I pray that you don’t have too much stress because of this!
September 8th, 2005 at 1:44 pm
How can I stress? We have a Father who sees every turn in the road and makes provisions for each step. We know that we will not die for lack of food or a place to sleep. And in twenty years my maid, butler and I will have a hearty laugh about this.
September 8th, 2005 at 1:49 pm
What do you think about the Immigrants in the US?
September 8th, 2005 at 1:49 pm
Those rocks look like biscuits. How come they’re in such a pretty basket? People my try and eat them and get hurt.
September 8th, 2005 at 1:55 pm
Well, e-migro, America was started by immigrants, so I must say that immigrants belong here just as much as my England born clan.
And yes, weight of echos, I care about the dental health of visitors to my home, so I generally keep them in the jar.
September 8th, 2005 at 2:12 pm
I like immigrants too. If there were no immigrants I would not be here.
September 8th, 2005 at 3:22 pm
Sometimes, the random comments really make me chuckle. But it is true that my grand parents also came over on a boat, and somehow ended up with a last name that means “boat.”
Sad to hear the house will not be your own. Especially after all the work that’s been put into it. Anxious to hear where you are led next. Keep your chin up… to the heavens!
September 8th, 2005 at 3:35 pm
you really need to post pictures of your kitchen now that it’s done. come on! you can do it! I know you have nothing better to do than watch soaps all day.
September 8th, 2005 at 4:49 pm
I’ll be praying that you find a place to move.
I know the feeling. We’ve moved 9 times in 11 years of marriage. Hopefully we’ll not be moving anytime soon.
September 8th, 2005 at 11:00 pm
Thank you all for your kind thoughts and prayers. Eric and I are certain we will be okay, no matter if we really are sitting on a man eating fish!
September 9th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Your family can sleep on our couch if you need to until something opens up. It might be a little crowded, but I am sure it will be fun. Well loud anyway.
Fossils? I thought those took a gazillion years to make!?!
My Great Gradfather Capn Sam came over from Sweden around the turn of the century. Well the previous turn of the century, not this last turn of the century.