My fist has been clenched tight these months just trying to get through this summer. Hanging clothes to save money and watching our garden dry up, the same one that was going to provide fresh canned tomatoes all winter and fresh frozen green beans, Gone! The grasshoppers enjoyed them and mighty grasshoppers they were. They reminded me of the grasshoppers mentioned in
The Little House on the Prairie books.
Perhaps when a little cool weather comes I will be refreshed and my soul will be ready to teach these souls entrusted to me.
But now I am hot and worn, worn slick like a stone that as been rubbed smooth by constant water pouring over it.
I am clinging on to God right now, trying to gear up for our 18th year of homeschooling. You would think after all these years it would be easier but you cannot rest on the fact that the others are off and doing well. You still have to finish raising these left at home and still be there emotionally for those off on their own.
Soon a cool breeze will refresh us and I will be energized to sow hundreds of wonderful acorns of faith, knowledge and thought.
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
Thomas Carlyle
