Hinds Feet On High Places
Today, our household has officially been hit by the flu. I started Tamiflu.
And I made a stop by Rural King for some fresh popcorn and coffee, just in case.
I needed to get OUT.
Swung by another hunting/homeware store in town–you can enter those to stores, no hair done, no makeup on–doesn’t really matter who you run into.
I love farming community life.
I really do.
AN UPHILL CLIMB (recommended book):
While driving, I was thinking about how it feels to keep climbing an uphill battle, journey, path…what is it?
While mulling whether it is a battle or just a life journey, or a little too much uphill and a need for some “peaceful plains”, memory of the classic little allegory “Hinds Feet on High Places” by Hannah Hurnard came to mind. The book often softs the journey complaints. Just a little book a mentor urged me to read in college, compelling us to wait for the glory from the pains, the sicknesses, the “daily-ness”, the “stuff” we face here on earth.
I need to pull it out again and find myself some quote-ables from it.
In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying my Rural King fresh popped movie popcorn and complimentary cup of free coffee. Thank you very much for the treat! (And no, I didn’t find the special new recipe box I went in hoping to happen along.)
Entry filed under: Everyday.