Oh, for the boy that is not yet a man, keeping his family warm. He slides from his bed, hazy, I am sure. Throws on his boots and coat and heads out to the white of the frigid morning. The outdoor wood stove needs filling and The Man is gone to work for hours already.
That kind of farmhouse living.
I had visions of fences, a welcoming drive, a few cows, a herd of chickens and a real homesteaders spirit. Children building and milking and making.
But this is the life we are living...
We opt for days we can do. Days that include: homeschooling and Internet, whole foods cooking and store bought food, trips to town and a debit card, evenings with our family and movies on Netflix. Children play in a child's paradise and with a Wii. Chores, yet don't be surprised if you stop by to a home in chaos. Time in the hard copy Word and stops by an inspirational blog or two.
Though, family... working together for the good of each other.
It may not be the thrashing and grinding of our own home-grown wheat, but the principles remains the same:
wonder, sacrifice, effort, grace, love, service.
Reassessing to live today. It's not a three week project -- a fleeting finishing... it's the project of a lifetime that will take our lifetime.
Moving beyond the renovation.