I really need to live on a farm--or somewhere I can have a little farm. I want to raise chickens and eat fresh eggs. And I want to raise rabbits. And have beehives. I love bees. Aren't they amazing creatures?! Why is it that a row of cloth diapers snapping on the line outside makes me satisfied? I don't mind washing them. And what is better than popping ripe strawberries or blackberries in your mouth as you weed the yard?
No, I definately do not want to go back to wearing dresses and bonnets all day. Or having to heat the tub water. I'll keep the modern medical care too.
But can't I just move to a little plot of Earth wear I can manage my critters and grow my beans? I am absolutely content to spend my sunny days tilling in the yard and my rainy days sewing, canning and writing. I am really going to have to rely on the Abrahamic covenant: someday I will have land along with my seed and priesthood promises!
Sometimes what we give up for service to the Lord isn't a realized or tangible thing--sometimes it's just the dreams of our heart's heart. Sometimes it's losing a part of who we are or who we want to be that goes by the wayside as we shepherd other flocks in a different vineyard.
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Having a chicken and fresh eggs would be awesome. I'm with you there. Miss you guys! Hope all is well in California.
Well put, Melissa! Love you guys!
I want to set up a "commune" in Idaho. Do you want to come? My brother would raise the cows for us. I think if we all take a job, then it wouldn't be so hard for everyone. As I watch the old arts coming back into style, I have hope for a future where people can take care of themselves.
I loved seeing Elias in the Friend! My kids have been showing his picture off to all of their friends.... vicarious fame for us.
Amen, sista, amen!!!!
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