Picture just a tiny room up in the attic. It has one small window that is opened just a bit,with the curtain blowing in the breeze.
There is an iron bed, with a simple quilt turned down ready for the night, and just beside it there is A small round lamp table. An oil lamp burning brightly while an older grandmothersits in her wooden rocker.
Her sliver hair shines from a small bun held with silver combs on each side while she gently rocks.
Watch closely and you can hear her speaning aloud, as she reads her Bible. She talks to God about her day.
“Not many, have so much as I Lord. My kids are well, and there is plenty of milk.”
She smiles as she reflects on the work that she has finished that day.
“Thank you Lord, for the chickens to feed, and the garden to weed. I even had that nice big bowl of berries, you allowed me to pick today.”
Thinking about her grandchildren,she then,named them one by one in her prayer.
“I know my Billy is a rowdy one,” she smiled, “He is always pulling Sally’s braid”.
She rocked a bit then continued, “My son is a good dad for him though, he’ll teach him how to work.”
Laughing quietly, “All of that energy put to good use, will save him many a lick.”
“I miss my Jon Lord, but you know the future. I’m glad it is in your hands. I know One-day soon I’ll see him again,and we will walk on golden streets holding hands.”
She read a bit and gave a tired sigh. With a sparkle in her eye, she continued,
“Thank you Lord for eyes to see, to read your precious Word”.
She rubbed her gnarled hands for awhile and rocked, not really thinking of herself; she just kept on talking to her best friend.
“ I also saw the sunset this evening, and that pretty blue corn flower Sally brought me today. I felt your presence in each one.”
“The love you give with each new day, why just the grace to continue on.”
“Just simply giving me a place to stay. How there is Mildred, sharing her home this way.
Not a lot of daughter-in-laws as sweet as her Lord. Keep her healthy, and bless her work for you.”
with a sigh of contentment she finished her talk,
“I’m tired Lord, guess I’ll turn in. Just wanted you to know that there is not another thing in this ol’world you can give, greater than the peace you give within, Amen.”
She closed her Bible, turned out the light and slipped into her bed. Knowing that her God was controlling every single thing in her life from the beginning to the end.
But Godliness with contentment is great gain.
Oh, this story is PRECIOUS. A double space in between paragraphs would make it a little easier to read, and also in the scripture at the end, a small typo that should be "Godliness."
This truly tugged at my heart strings and reminds me where true contentment is found.