Sailboats, Dreams and Following God's Will
How often have you thought about running through a hose this week? Remember when we used to do that when we were kids? I'd have no problem stripping to my underware like I used to, but the thought of slipping and falling down has managed to restrain me. Boy do I hate to fall! I always say I would probably never hit the ground because I'd be hovering like a helicopter from flapping my arms and legs so fast.
My cousin Ted used to come spend a week or so at our farm when I was a children. We had a wee small stream at the back tobacco shed where the 'barn owl who ate childrens' lived. The only thing that could make me spend any time at that part of the creek were the matchstick sailboats Ted used to make and float over the little dam (3" hi at best) I used to wonder what people thought about them when they bounced out of our creek and into the ocean. I trully believed they made it the whole way to the ocean. I longed to follow them on their adventurous journey to the sea. Actually, my cousin Dawn and I took tobacco lathes from the barn and assorted other lumber and had a raft well under way until Rod, the grumpy big brother came upon us landlocked sailers. So much for following the matchbox sailboats to the sea.
How we were going to find the river I don't know, let alone get over Holtwood and Safe Harbor dams. The important thing is to START! I have never been one to think a plan through to the last detail. It's much more fun to START, and see where the river winds. It's that way with the Tea Room. I can't help but wonder where I will find my next adventure. God will lead me and I will try to follow His path. My problem has always been waiting for the next part of His plan to unfold. It's sort of like that great movie that's out now 'Pirates of the Carribean'. My dear friend and fellow adventurer Jenny Emmons and I have been smitten by this fun movie. Out of all my many friends and aquaintences she and I are probably the most alike in having a romantic's heart when it comes to life. We LOVE thinking about pirates and the high seas, Indian warriors, cowboys and cattle drives. Gypsies and firelight. Knights and white horses (or big black Friesian stallions)
I never give my age a thought when I am dreaming. I hope I never do. Maybe because I was in pain for so long I held onto my dreams longer than most. I couldn't do the things I would have liked for real, but nothing was stopping my imagination from going there. How do people live that don't have a vivid imagination or are so fearful to make a decision that they are paralized and do nothing? How sad to have been given a terrific mind by God and not trust Him enough to step out in faith. When God closes the door to the Tea Room for me, I pray He will have planted the seeds to my next adventure and I can say goodbye to all of you knowing there is more for me to do for Him. I pray He will choose the one I turn the key to the Tea Room over to and that they will love this farm as much as I do, and will continue this ministry of love.
I pray that the dreamer is being awakened and that the way will be clear.
Boy, where did that come from? See how these things happen? I have no control over what I write. It's true. I never know what is going to appear when I sit down at the puter. Today I was hot from sitting at Savannah's horse show. Kaboom! That's where the hose story came from. And so it goes ;-D
My cousin Ted used to come spend a week or so at our farm when I was a children. We had a wee small stream at the back tobacco shed where the 'barn owl who ate childrens' lived. The only thing that could make me spend any time at that part of the creek were the matchstick sailboats Ted used to make and float over the little dam (3" hi at best) I used to wonder what people thought about them when they bounced out of our creek and into the ocean. I trully believed they made it the whole way to the ocean. I longed to follow them on their adventurous journey to the sea. Actually, my cousin Dawn and I took tobacco lathes from the barn and assorted other lumber and had a raft well under way until Rod, the grumpy big brother came upon us landlocked sailers. So much for following the matchbox sailboats to the sea.
How we were going to find the river I don't know, let alone get over Holtwood and Safe Harbor dams. The important thing is to START! I have never been one to think a plan through to the last detail. It's much more fun to START, and see where the river winds. It's that way with the Tea Room. I can't help but wonder where I will find my next adventure. God will lead me and I will try to follow His path. My problem has always been waiting for the next part of His plan to unfold. It's sort of like that great movie that's out now 'Pirates of the Carribean'. My dear friend and fellow adventurer Jenny Emmons and I have been smitten by this fun movie. Out of all my many friends and aquaintences she and I are probably the most alike in having a romantic's heart when it comes to life. We LOVE thinking about pirates and the high seas, Indian warriors, cowboys and cattle drives. Gypsies and firelight. Knights and white horses (or big black Friesian stallions)
I never give my age a thought when I am dreaming. I hope I never do. Maybe because I was in pain for so long I held onto my dreams longer than most. I couldn't do the things I would have liked for real, but nothing was stopping my imagination from going there. How do people live that don't have a vivid imagination or are so fearful to make a decision that they are paralized and do nothing? How sad to have been given a terrific mind by God and not trust Him enough to step out in faith. When God closes the door to the Tea Room for me, I pray He will have planted the seeds to my next adventure and I can say goodbye to all of you knowing there is more for me to do for Him. I pray He will choose the one I turn the key to the Tea Room over to and that they will love this farm as much as I do, and will continue this ministry of love.
I pray that the dreamer is being awakened and that the way will be clear.
Boy, where did that come from? See how these things happen? I have no control over what I write. It's true. I never know what is going to appear when I sit down at the puter. Today I was hot from sitting at Savannah's horse show. Kaboom! That's where the hose story came from. And so it goes ;-D
posted by Prudence at 3:59 PM
1 Comments:
Yo Ho Me Hearties! I just came in for lunch after mowing out on the back 40 most of the day (what fantastic weather!), and imagine my delight when I was just checking in and seeing what fun downhome things were running across your mind and read a little further and found out I'd made it into print haha!! (Did you know that Pirates II and III are being filmed right now, so I hear?) And, it's not pirates but lately I've been reading Zane Grey. Talk about your adventures, cowboy style!!
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