Tonight we visited the pastoral estate of some friends of ours from church that have recently moved to the quiet southerly plains beyond the glittery vistas of town and city. As they are a youngish couple with four children, such a location will surely provide a certain buffer from the many ensnarements that lay within more urban locales. What is more, their home is comfortable without becoming excessive and their land is of sufficient size without becoming unmanageable – especially as the father is a professional, and not of agrarian inclinations.
A goodly evening of fellowship and feasting, even though I fear I have surfeited too bountifully of this holiday cheer. Yet do I know that I will surely have my share of famine, so I will enjoy these times of plenty – remembering always my past times of want and ever-aware that my future may indeed hold far graver days than I have thus known.
All of this notwithstanding – it was a fine evening with delightful company, ample table, and the rich ambience of sights/smells/sounds that enfolds the land of the American Wilderness.
We return home at a slightly later hour than we would have liked (with the LORD`s Day on the morrow) but this past evening was certainly a joyous deviation, and worth a slight tiredness upon waking at the early hours.
In the morning we will be visiting a new church (the new sanctuary of our above-mentioned friends) and it is a prospect that I always face with some mild uneasiness and heightened awareness, which is not to say that our late arrival will harm me at all in these respects…
…for it is many hours after we arrive home before I surrender obstinately to sleep, as the first distant flickers of Sunlight crest upon the far horizon.