I'm still here.
Although I feel 1000 miles away at times...
Like I don't quite fit in.
These feelings are intensified when I visit Amish country,
which I did twice in the last week.
Upon arriving in their midst, I feel immediately "at home"...
This last trip was very special in that I was recognized by a young Amish boy,
who was driving a buggy with a flashy, black horse who was anxious to get to his destination.
The boy, "A", pulled the buggy over, delighted to see me.
And me, him.
I also got to meet many of his family,
including his mother,
who emerged from the back of the buggy holding a youngster in her slight arms.
Of the 11 children in their family,
I saw many smiling faces that early morning peering from the buggy.
and watching twin lambs emerge into the world as the sun warmed up the Amish countryside,
made my day.
Upon returning home, I question why it is such a transition.
For we live very rustic.
In many ways, we live more rustic than the Amish.
One Amish woman shook her head in disbelief when I explained I didn't have an oven large enough for a turkey, last fall before Thanksgiving.
The tug is great...and keeps me grounded until the next visit,
which will be soon,
as we will be getting feeder pigs from the Amish in late May.
And once again, I'll be sporting a huge grin.
Until next time folks.
To HIM be the Glory!