Christian Living

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Amy opened the large book that lay on the weathered table. It’s pages crackled with age, and the dust made small motes in the early morning sunlight that streamed through the dirty window in the small cabin.
She continued to grind the coffee in the small coffee mill that sat on her lap, while she read the faded words in the book. The familiar words that were stamped by memory into her mind filled her once again with a wonder and hope.
She read Psalm 19:1, “The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows his handiwork” (NKJV)
She glanced out the small window in the cabin; she saw the wonder of the sun as it rose so majestically and bright over the towering green hills. Dark clouds rose in the distance, promising rain.
Amy glanced around her home. Even though her family was poor, they still managed to make everything comfortable. Beloved worn chairs sat around the hearth, brightly colored quilts lay on the backs on the blue settee, and pictures that the children had drawn were hung all over the walls in hand made frames made my Amy’s father.
The scent of fresh earth filled the small cabin, coming through the opened window. She closed her eyes and smiled, God has blessed my family, even though we are poor, we have enough. She sighed contentedly.
Her white apron was dotted with the coffee grains that had leaked from the coffee mill. Their fresh strong smell filled her nostrils. She poured the grounds into the water that was in the pot and put it on the stove.
Amy enjoyed the early mornings when everything was fresh, and the day was new. She opened the front door and breathed deeply of the fresh cold air outside. Trees, laden with gold autumn leaves, surrounded her. The swing gently rocked back and forth in the slight breeze that stirred everything to life.
Her bare feet sunk into the fresh earth, making an indent in the ground. Amy’s long dress swept the ground, tickling her feet with the strings that came from the bottom of the dress. Her long auburn her glistened in the early morning sunlight, glittering like gold.
Amy was the oldest of three children, being seventeen. Her mother relied greatly on her, being pregnant with her fourth child. Amy welcomed the duties though, she loved to work, and enjoy each day to it’s fullest.
Amy’s siblings were very dear to her. She had two brothers, William was twelve, and John was fifteen. Father taught them well, training them to be hard workers just like him.
Amy’s whole family relied on God, and accepted, though it was hard, every difficult thing that was brought their way. They prayed every night for a good winter, asking God to please not make it as hard as last year.
Amy thought of all these things as she stood there in the dawning sun. Thank you Lord for this day, and for my family who I love so dearly. She prayed.
She heard the stirring inside the house of her father. She smiled, Yes Lord, thank you so much! She was ready for a new day, ready to praise God all throughout the day for his blessings

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