Amish Acuity

When I first began being “...out among the Amish”, I was like a giddy teenage girl 

heading to her High School Prom.

I’d gasp, and at the same time let out a shrill scream, followed by giggles

and “oh my gosh, OH My GOSH, the buggy is coming this WAY!!!”.

Now, I’m silent.

OK, maybe not silent.

Oh sure, you might hear me say “There’s a buggy…up ahead.”

Or, “Amazing…look at the young boy driving those horses.”

But it is different now.

I used to live “out among the English”.

However, in the last decade, I traded the fast-paced world of consumerism for a simple existence, on "our 40".

For years I watched, and admired the Amish. Then a world of dog mushing and living with Siberians, Alaskans, and farm animals presented itself to me.

It was the perfect blend.

Before I knew it, I was stepping back. Way back.

And now, when I see the Amish, like at the recent Amish Auction, I simply nod.

A knowing nod.

One that says, I, too, understand.

Simple, plain, and Godly.

Until tomorrow ~ Lord willing,

Sherry

P.S.  Originally posted in 2010.  It is now 2018, and my life revolves around my Amish friends/community/Brotherhood.  Praise God ~ they have truly changed my life.