I loved to read the comments in the last post (Carp Diem). They were wonderful.
I should call this Sunday Evening Tea. I'm still moving at a slow pace. :)
Hubby called this morning from the mountains of North Carolina. He wishes I was there with him to share the fantastic vacation he has had.
I was invited but I would much rather stay here and recover from the "crud" going around... not that I wanted to attend a reunion of war vets (have you ever heard two or more Vets get together and talk... and talk... and talk?) I'm sure they have enjoyed each others' company.
The Smoky Mountains are one of my all time favorite places (we stayed in Asheville on our honeymoon) but I wouldn't have enjoyed the trip.
The reunion is at his friend's summer home... a million dollar cabin (in a gated community) and his friends are paying all his expenses... no strings attached. One of their neighbors is a NASCAR star. As I told my husband, now that is true Southern Royalty!
I never cease to be amazed how God provides an oasis in the desert and in completely unexpected ways. God truly does "set a table before us in the presence of our enemies". This reunion has been a desire of his heart since the 1980s and to add such beauty and luxury... well, that was an unexpected treasure.
Life is difficult for many people right now and even those who live in circumstances which haven't changed face uncertainty in the future. However, such is not uncommon to life in the past. All we have to think of is the generation before us going the Great Depression or WWII.
I know when one is going through unbelievable hardship, it would be easy to become annoyed with the suggestion that serving tea and cookies in the afternoon on pretty dishes (with perhaps strawberry milk for the little ones in their teacup) or making homemade pizza for the family to eat while watching a favorite DVD will make a huge difference... but it does.
There must be at least one person who gathers strength each morning to meet the day, even if it "just" reading a Psalm or a chapter of an inspiring book by a gifted Christian teacher. (Although, it would help so much more to make that decision for indepth times of study and worship.) I have found when in the midst of uncertain circumstances, it seems I can hear that Still Small Voice better than usual.
I love to read books from the Great Depression or those set during times of war about men and women who make a difference in the lives of their friends and families because of their ability to create beauty and serenity in difficult situations.
While there were definitely days when one wondered if they would survive the intense difficulties, often when they have passed through the trials of war or poverty (or both) they looked back and knew there were good days because of family and friends.
Now I must brew a cup of tea and prop my feet up to give full attention to a PBS nature show. Christopher is home for the evening, studying in the family room. It is like old times. :)