Porch #65 * Long Driveways & Little Barns

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Good Friday morning to you, dear friends!

A quick glance at the clock tells me I have less than 90 minutes to get this newsletter out to you.  That may be a tough sell because my eyes can't stop riveting to the view out oldest daughter's big kitchen window, trees all gold and russet and fading green.  And when the breeze blows soft, tired leaves float slowly groundward to join their already crinkling companions.

As with everything autumn, I'm captivated. 

We're in the final stretch of our little road trip.  We traveled down to the Annapolis daughter's house for a long weekend, stopped to catch our breath for a few days in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and are finishing up at the Connecticut daughter's place.  

And a few things dawned on me this morning which may or may not have meaning to you.


1.  We raised our daughters in a little ranch house deep in the woods atop a long, steep, winding driveway.

They are now raising their own families, hundreds of miles apart, in houses deep in the woods atop long, steep, winding driveways.

2.  Back in the day, Mr. Handyman built them a very fun treehouse perched way up high at the top of the driveway on the left-hand side.

These days, both girls have little barns at the top of their driveways on the left-hand side.

3.  Mr. Handyman and his son-in-law built new barn doors for the Annapolis daughter last weekend.

Mr. Handyman and the Connecticut daughter are building a chicken coop in their barn this weekend.

4.  Even though their personalities and circumstances are different, both daughters and their families value the same things.  

A strong faith in Christ honed and solidified by incredibly hard seasons.  Substantial family time.  Women with very long, thick, gorgeous hair.  Faithful ministry.  Quirky humor.  Love of Camp and Cape.  Busy kitchens at the hub of activity.  

And the presence of barking/chirping animals to wake each household up at o'dark thirty.


Time to go now.  I'm off to take the towels out of the dryer, re-organize the spice rack (at her request), and then tromp through the woods to find bittersweet vines to wind into a pretty wreath for the little farmer's porch.

Be still my soul.  Life is full and golden in this season ... only because of His goodness and mercy.


Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed for His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.  I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion; therefore I will wait for Him."  The Lord is good to those whose hope is in Him, to the one who seeks Him;  It is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.
- Lamentations 3:21-26

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