The hot sun beats down on the wood shingles of the log house. The creaking of a rocker can be heard over the slight rustle of leaves in the surrounding trees. On the covered front porch a young mother is rocking her three month old baby as she nurses him. Sweat rolls down the sides of her face from the oppressive heat. She looks lovingly down at her 2 year old son who is playing with the family mutt. She feels the stirring within her and gently rubs her belly as she silently communicates her love toward the new life that is beginning to stir. She feels honored to be blessed with her children.
She is content and loves her life here in this new land. Its beauty stirs her soul deeply as she is grateful to God for the new life He has provided for her and her husband. There are few neighbors and it is a hard life. However, she and her husband love it, and feel blessed.
As the baby finishes, she covers herself and gently pats him on the back while she waits for him to burp. Very gently, she rocks back and forth till the infant belches and quietly drifts off to sleep.
Laying the baby in his homemade crib she prepares to do the laundry. The water for washing is hot now and she begins to wash up the dirty clothes. She hums a soft tune as she scrubs them with the washboard. She rinses them out in another tub of fresh cool water, wrings them out real good, then places them in the tub to be carried outside where she will hang them on the line her husband put up for her near the porch.
She looks often to the wooded path leading up to their home. Her husband should be coming in soon. She says a prayer that his hunt has been successful as she once again wipes the sweat from her brow.
The baby wakes as she finishes up the laundry. With practiced ease she makes a sling for the baby to rest in, gathers up her oldest son and heads to their garden to pick some green beans, tomatoes, and other vegetables from their garden. Her oldest son helps her as they walk through the garden looking for produce that is ripe for the picking.
Her eyes squint as she looks at the sun and determines it is time to start preparing dinner, so she makes her way back to the cabin.
As her husband makes his way toward the cabin he can now see in the distance, his heart lifts and he quickens his pace. They are both a picture of contentment, and peace lies securely in their souls.
Two hundred years later, on this same piece of ground, the hot sun beats down on the metal roof of a home. The hum of an air conditioner whines and drowns out the slight rustle of the leaves in the surrounding trees. The ground is no longer manicured and taken care of. There is no garden now; all is overgrown and neglected.
Inside the double windows you can see a young mother rocking a three month old baby nursing a bottle. Her home is untidy and needs a good cleaning. She watches her favorite soap opera and yells at her two year old son to be quiet when he tries to get her to hold him. When she feels the stirring from her newly discovered pregnancy she openly despises its existence. The unborn infant squirms in agitation sensing already how its mother sees him as a burden.
The phone rings and she begins a lengthy conversation of complaints as she glares at the piles of laundry sitting in front of her washing machine and dryer. She doesn’t see the beauty of the land she inhabits, and totally misses the fact that she is blessed. Her days have become a blur of mindless complaining and discontent.
Her husband makes his way home through rush hour traffic. He sees his home and his heart sinks as he slows his pace. Their life is surrounded with conveniences that neither appreciate. There is no gratitude in their hearts toward God for all He has provided. They are both a picture of discontentment, and peace eludes their souls.
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