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Topic: Satisfied (10/11/04)

TITLE: A Contented Life
By mary wolf
10/13/04

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Picture just a tiny room up in the attic. One small window opened,with the curtain blowing in the breeze.
A rot iron bed with a simple quilt turned down ready for the night.
A small, round, lamp table with an oil lamp burning brightly. There is a wooden rocker where an older grandmother, with sliver hair, rocks. Watch, we can hear her as she reads her Bible as 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 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.”
Thinking about her grandchildren then, she 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, “My son is a good dad for him, he’ll teach him how to work.” Laughing quietly, “all of that energy put to use will save him many a lick.”
“ I miss my Jon Lord, but you know the future and I’m glad it is in your hands. One-day soon,I’ll see him and we will walk on golden streets holding hands.”
She read a bit and gave a tired sigh, with a sparkle in hr eye,“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, 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, with grace to continue on.”
“Just simply giving me a place to stay, Mildred, sharing her home.”
“Not a lot of daughter-in-laws as sweet as her Lord, keep her healthy, and bless her work for you.”
“I’m tired Lord, guess I’ll turn in. Just wanted you to know that there is not another thing in this ol’world 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 of every, single, thing, that happened in her life from the beginning to the end.
I Timothy 6:6 But godless with contentment is great gain.


Member Comments
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Mitzi Busby10/18/04
Mary, thanks for your gentle reminders. We should be thankful whatever our situations. Great work.
Dave Wagner10/18/04
Paints a good picture, though you need a good volunteer proofreader.

Thanks for posting.
Dori Knight10/19/04
good imagery. keep writing! blessings ~ dori
Lucian Thompson10/19/04
Mary, this is a very good story. I enjoyed reading it.
darlene hight10/21/04
I loved your imagery! One suggestion, instead of beginning-Picture a small attic room- How about we just walk right in by starting- In a small attic room etc. That,also,lives room to give some physical description of her the room etc. Very nice entry!
Mary Elder-Criss10/21/04
Reminds me of my grandmother, who was always thankful for the little things. thanks for sharing.